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 nigga that's,
To do my dirt the sun
I been hustlin' since the become
I keep a couple of under my tongue
Watch out here the cop
notta stand still where you chill
Run to no automobile 'cause it can

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

'Cause I don't trust ya and I tryin'
up nigga, I don't know
Ya gotta out at the same time
You want some, come get
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, from a couple houses down
Get Skinny, it to last amount of spittin'
It's senseless how dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you some more of that shit

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

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

Fuck the wrong niggas on with the wrong chrome
Check the wrong shit, the wrong zone
you good as dead and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga hear me that's how we livin' till the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom gotta on my block
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all to handle y'all fuckin' 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 it, arm and hammer got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin', yellin'
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin'
Do my thing destiny I'm a
But I just a young, black nigga rebellin'

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

I'm in the pen, pumpin' that until I'm swole up
Grits and cheese made me
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder that next nigga
The one up to run up
That nigga there gon' get up
I put that fuckin' gun up

They ya, ya hip bone gone gone
That lil' roam don't live long, pop me to it
Cock block me, you can't drop me
gon' still jock me
Got me now the mock me

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' copy
on society
And insane 'cause I'm full of animosity
I'm of like at all
I huff 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 steps to these got me cocked these
Swingin' Conan
Wanted from no man with boo-koo ho

Talk garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they draw
If I one up, shock one up
It simple to be did
But your shit 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 rind
Feel the grip of this black
don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back broke
Fuckin' with them folks

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