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 foot in the

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

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

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

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

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 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
Rich nigga lookin' at the cops all
It's that mob nigga, Martin Scorsese

Heater close 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 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 flag from the enemy
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 got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the like fly food
Y'all see us, like the bride shoes

I tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and designed you
And if you you hot, then obviously you were lied 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 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 full of bullets, you can be my cover
got the weed, rollin' thicker than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred

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 lick my
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet

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

You run 'til your feet stop
You ain't even on a fuckin' in my tea pot
Colder 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 won't it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being