Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

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

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

'Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't
Hold up nigga, I don't
Ya gotta reach out at the same
You some, come 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 livin' up in my rentin'
tinted, nigga 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, jump in shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want more of that shit

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

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

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

Every nigga and his mom gotta glock on my
Niggas push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle y'all fuckin' business 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 rocks
Laws is yellin', yellin'
I'ma glock ya spot, ya pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, nigga rebellin'

Breath by breath, by step, day by day
this game of death
My nigga ya of manslaughter
Niggas quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

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

They told ya, ya hip gone gone
lil' roam don't live long, pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you bitches drop me
Hoes gon' jock me
Got me now the niggas me

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

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning me lead
Ten steps to these got me cocked these
like Conan
Wanted from no man with ho fans

Talk garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky draw flies
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 swine but eat Popeye's
And eat watermelon to the rind
the grip of this black chrome
That don't fuckin' rhyme, nigga get ya back
with them black folks

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