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' the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks my tongue
Watch out come the cop
Might stand still where you chill
Run to no automobile it can kill

My destination can my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the place
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 ya and I ain't tryin'
up nigga, I don't know
Ya gotta out at the same time
You some, come get some
Tyson's on the 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 a couple houses down
Get Skinny, it to last amount of spittin'
It's senseless how them dudes be smokin' that
roped in that shit, jump in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some of that shit

Live in that click niggas do what they gotta do
Blast 'em burnable fuck '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 about bein' a fuckin gangsta

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

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

Every nigga and his mom gotta on my block
Niggas push rocks and cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to handle 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'
glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing I'm a felon
But I ain't a young, black nigga rebellin'

Breath by breath, by step, day by day
Playin' this game of
My nigga remind ya of
Niggas quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

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

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

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

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

more garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky they draw
If I one up, shock one up
It enough to be did
But your shit terror rig, your big
be sayin' big
Pass the fig, don't me no fuckin' pig

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

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