Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, for lunch
Pop all the balloons and in the punch, yeah
in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a foot in the

I don't know why they playin', they better replay 'em
I'm them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' with my bloods, it b-ball

These days shit, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Musketeers
Come through same color as veneers
And you I'm ridin' with the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm on my griz
And a bunch a squares like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, with me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch kids

do it my nigga, I just did
Name a motherfucker deeper me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I scream fuck it, it is

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not a human

Uh, rock star,
Now to my suite and get lockjaw, baby
nigga lookin' at the cops all crazy
It's mob shit nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater range 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 keep you
You can't see nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' shit, hundred yard gain

Uh, swag on
I'm killin' 'em, see the white flag the enemy
you in yo' head and leave your dash full of memories
Father, forgive me for my brash

I will try you, I wouldn't lie,
I must be sticky 'cause them got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly
Y'all can't see us, the bride shoes

I stand like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were to
And we don't die, we and then we come divide you

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not
I God that I am not basic, I am not a human being

from another world
Magazine of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, rollin' than a southern girl
arm rap like a nigga did a hundred curls

Rock beeotch, check out how we rock
And if this hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she my lollipop
I still get my candy from your sweet shop

Spittin' that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete
And my, and my on et cetera, three dots
Still get a stomach ache time I see cops
You better run motherfucker we not

You better run 'til your stop
You even on a fuckin' alphabet in my tea pot
Colder a ski shop, holdin' on to the top
And even if I let go I still won't

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I thank God I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being