Luyện nghe bài hát I Got A Right Ta

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

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

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

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

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 right to feel
I got the right to high
I got the right to feel

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

Like a pimp to a hoe I to the track
I feel it in my neck and my
A thug came to me, said it his life
Said the of his life, he used to bang to the light
I'm trying to do
I claiming 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 switch
bitch like
I the block is hot, but we just can't get ice
our children's children sit nice?
I the song to make the fiend's strong
King ain't got shit on me
I days to rip emcees, I'm peaking
But I still get that cheese
You on some monkey damn chimpanzees
Mobbing through the Chi-Town to feel the yo

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

I want to ride in my car, 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 to feel high