Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

These days ain't shit, Money is
I got Mars Bars, Musketeers
Come through coupe color as veneers
And you know I'm ridin' 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, make the have kids

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

I am the oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I waste 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 a being

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

Heater close range 'cause are strange
But I bet AK .47 keep you ordained
You see Weezy 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 from the
Shoot you in yo' head and leave your dash full of
Father, me for my brash delivery

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

I stand like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I motherfuck you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and 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 that I am not basic, I am not a being

Reportin' another world
full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap a nigga 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 a tree top, she lick my lollipop
I still get my candy 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 ache time I see cops
You better run motherfucker 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 rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my on the line, I'm not racin'
I God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being