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 under the sun
I hustlin' since the morning become
I keep a couple of 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 low in the first place
You me show me the money you gonna be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take these up out my hand

'Cause I don't ya and I ain't tryin'
Hold up nigga, I know
Ya gotta reach out at the same
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'
tinted, nigga from a couple houses down
Get Skinny, bump it to last of spittin'
It's how them dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in shit, jump in this shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want more of that shit

Live in that click where do what they gotta do
Blast 'em with fuck 'em and watch 'em fuck you
Nigga be that life, playin the role of a gangsta
But them niggas gangstas
Bitch you gotta be big
To think about bein' a fuckin

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

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

nigga and his mom gotta glock on my block
Niggas push and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
need 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 sell it, arm and hammer got my swellin'
Laws is yellin', prosecutors
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop a fuckin' melon
Do my destiny I'm a felon
But I just a young, black nigga rebellin'

Breath by breath, by step, day by day
Playin' game of death
My nigga ya of manslaughter
Niggas quarters
Georgia, Cali, to New rollin'

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

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

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' carbon
on society
And insane probably 'cause I'm full of
I'm of like at all
I might huff and and blow ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, it off

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

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

I don't no swine but eat Popeye's chicken
And eat watermelon to the rind
Feel the 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