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 couple of rocks my tongue
out here come the cop
Might stand still where you chill
Run to no 'cause it can kill

My destination can my home purpose
I'm vibrating' on the down low in the first
You want me show me the money you 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 out at the same time
You want some, get some
Tyson's on the and I'm

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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, bump it to last of spittin'
senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some of that shit

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

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

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

Every nigga and his mom gotta on my block
push rocks and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all need to 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 rocks
Laws is yellin', prosecutors
I'ma ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin' melon
Do my thing destiny I'm a
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 slangin'
Georgia, Cali, to New rollin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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