Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

I don't know why they playin', they better replay 'em
I'm givin' them the blues, Bobby "Blue"
Together we stand and fall on
Ballin' with my bloods, call it

These days ain't shit, Young is
I got Mars Bars, Three
Come through coupe same color as
And you know I'm ridin' with the toast,

Yeah, now I'm back on my
And y'all's a bunch a like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I fuck it, whoever it is

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

I am not basic, I am not a human

Uh, rock star,
Now come to my and get lockjaw, baby
Rich nigga at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Martin

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

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

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

I stand tall like a 9'2"
I motherfuck you and whoever 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 thank God 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' thicker a southern girl
Strong arm rap a nigga did a hundred curls

star beeotch, check out how we rock
And if ain't hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she my lollipop
I get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet shop

that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three
Still get a stomach every time I see cops
You better run 'cause we not

You better run 'til feet stop
You even on a fuckin' alphabet in my tea pot
than a ski shop, holdin' on to the top
And even if I let go I won't G-rock

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 I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human