Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

See I'm that that's, fixin'
To do my under the sun
I been hustlin' since the morning
I keep a couple of under my tongue
out here come the cop
Might notta still where you chill
Run to no 'cause it can kill

My can feed my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the place
You want me show me the money you be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take these rocks up out my

'Cause I trust ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up nigga, I know
Ya gotta out at the same time
You want some, get some
on the drum and I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Ya livin', in up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted, nigga from a houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in this
I got to on nigga, you want some more of that shit

Live in that click where niggas do they gotta do
Blast 'em burnable fuck 'em and watch 'em fuck you
Nigga be livin' life, playin the role of a gangsta
But them ain't gangstas
Bitch you be big enough
To about bein' a fuckin gangsta

Most of niggas be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood but that nigga got killed
how it be's on that rough side
The die, the strong die

Fuck the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, walk the wrong
you good as dead and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me that's how we livin' the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom gotta on my block
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all business 'cause I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Don't sell it, arm and hammer got my swellin'
is yellin', prosecutors yellin'
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a
But I ain't a young, black nigga rebellin'

by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this of death
My remind ya of manslaughter
slangin' quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

I'm in the pen, pumpin' that iron until I'm up
Grits and cheese me bigger
Now I'm just a bit harder than that next nigga
The one up to run up
That nigga there get done up
When I put that gun up

told ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' roam live long, pop me to stop it
Cock me, you bitches can't drop me
gon' still jock me
Got me now the niggas me

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a carbon copy
Missing on
And insane probably 'cause I'm of animosity
I'm kind of at all
I might and puff and blow ya fuckin' hat off
it off, swear it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning make me
Ten to feel these got me cocked these
like Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho

Talk garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they draw
If I rock one up, one up
It enough to be did
But shit terror rig, change your big
Niggas be big
Pass the fig, give me no fuckin' pig

I don't choose no but eat Popeye's chicken
And eat watermelon to the fuckin'
the grip of this black chrome
That don't rhyme, nigga get ya back broke
Fuckin' with them folks

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm