Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Right Ta

Yeah! Ha! Yeah, we got, on
Why y'all cats know the abstract nigga the attitude
Pass the booze, and let's on it
I'm rolling in a Cadillac with the fronted
I ain't even smoke no mo' but I blunted
Yo I'm on the freedom
Stepping to the A.M., be taking in the P.M.
the players I'm the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, feed them
They me like I need them
See the is bleeding
Had to meet with my mind on how I divined
Stay on my
I'm grinding, 'til I get blue
Everyday, same shit new
Don't make me act where I come from because he grew tall
There's a that to run from it if you neutral
Hustlers and vogues, and smokes
I kiss the sky feeling high off the stuff I wrote

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
Keep my head high, let the chrome
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high

I want to ride in my car, my shit
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the to feel high
I got the right to feel

I'm the only cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get
If you gonna get kick-a-box
Make sure that bitch
If you gonna get that don't be scared to big shot
Hip Hop is changing, why y'all me to stay the same?
Sorta like on how I see the game
I recognize game a scout
Hey yo, I'm bound to wreck lady as I turn your lady out
I ain't about
Messing with no man's women
Because of jealousy then a man go
a man and his mental
Listening to Mitchell
With the fan and the
Can it be so then?
I rock Rockports, you Timberland's
I want a Rover, but I'm long range
I ain't over, I just made my own lane

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high

I want to in my car, smoke my shit
my head high, let the chrome spin
I got the right to high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel
I got the right to feel

Like a pimp to a hoe I connect to the
I it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his
Said the of his life, he used to bang to the light
I'm trying to do
I ain't Mister Right
I'm a man, I'm too old to fist-fight
I on point like trick dice
Tweaking like the sound man who need to mike
Sounding like
I the block is hot, but we just can't get ice
When our children sit nice?
I sing the song to the fiend's strong
Kong ain't got shit on me
I train to rip emcees, I'm peaking
But I still gotta get that
You on some monkey ball chimpanzees
Mobbing through the Chi-Town to feel the yo

I want to ride in my car, my shit
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the right to high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel

I want to ride in my car, smoke my
Keep my head high, let the spin
I got the to feel high
I got the to feel high
I got the to feel high
I got the right to high