Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

These ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Bars, Three Musketeers
through coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm with the toast, cheers

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

do it my nigga, I just did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, dead
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I fuck it, whoever it is

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

I am not basic, I am not a human

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

Heater close 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 you ordained
You see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm this shit, hundred yard gain

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

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

I tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream 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 oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I won't it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am not, I am not a human