Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

These days shit, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Three
Come through coupe same color as
And you know I'm ridin' the toast, cheers

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

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker deeper than me, bitch
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I scream 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 at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Martin

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

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

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

I stand tall a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever you
And if you think you hot, then you were lied to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we divide you

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

Reportin' another world
full of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, rollin' than a southern girl
Strong arm rap like a nigga did a curls

Rock star beeotch, out how we rock
And if this hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she my lollipop
I still get my candy your girlfriend's sweet shop

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

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

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 God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a being