Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a human being, pussy for
Pop all the balloons and spit in the punch,
Kush in the
I ride through your block, see a foot in the

I know why they keep playin', they better replay 'em
I'm them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
we stand and fall on y'all
Ballin' my bloods, call it b-ball

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

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

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

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 basic, I am not a being

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

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

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

I stand tall like a 9'2"
I scream you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, obviously you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come you

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

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 hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher a tree top, she lick 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 money on et cetera, dots
Still get a stomach ache every time I see
You better run motherfucker we not

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

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 God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being