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 grill
I ain't even no mo' but I feel blunted
Yo I'm toking on the
to the A.M., cats be taking in the P.M.
Tell the I'm the G.M.
Told my team let me get my plays straight, I'ma feed
need me like I need them
See the is bleeding
Had to meet with my on how I could divined
on my climb
I'm grinding, I get blue balls
Everyday, same shit new
Don't make me act like where I come from because he tall
a place that to run from it if you neutral
Hustlers and vogues, customers and
I kiss the sky feeling off the stuff that I wrote

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

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

I'm the cat in hip hop that can go into a thrift shop
Connect, get up to the ghetto and get
If you gonna get that
sure that bitch knock
If you gonna get that glock be scared to big shot
Hip Hop is changing, why want me to stay the same?
Sorta like Barkley on how I see the
I recognize game like a
Hey yo, I'm bound to your lady as I turn your lady out
I about that
Messing with no other women
of jealousy then a man go under
a man and his mental
Listening to Joan
the fan and the window
Can it be so simple
I rock Rockports, you Timberland's
I want a Rover, but I'm thinking long
I ain't switch over, I just made my own

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

I to ride 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 to feel high

Like a pimp to a hoe I to the track
I it in my neck and my back
A thug came to me, said it changed his
Said the love of his life, he used to to the light
I'm to do better
I ain't claiming Right
I'm a grown man, I'm too old to
I stay on like trick dice
Tweaking like the sound man who need to mike
Sounding bitch
I know the block is hot, but we just get ice
our children's children sit nice?
I sing the song to 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 the Chi-Town to feel the breeze 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 to feel high
I got the right to high
I got the right to high

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