Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

Yo, know this and Nori know that
Yo but know gat, why
'Cause buck dat
make you famous

Throwing gang signs it's sign language
Distinguish us the others
your baby, mothers
Bringing drama to the covers

Salute G, you down like a Lucie
probably lay with a gold Uzi
Crunk Italy, Africa and
acting sissy see

Pointing and missing me
Yo son, on son
Hey, yo, there's in the hood again
Niggaz with hoods again

that it woulda been
Saw us what we first did
we did
Now we twist another wig, a mother lose kid

But it's beef now, it short
Real now
Strike vigorous, no intentions of it
They the message or example, whatever

Set it up, man on man
Only to score we apply the
Quickly explain why you ran in dark land
We lay you in the sand

On the lines the Internet
would come if you would pose off
Against my set, ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggaz say I nicarette
You say but you used to say cigarette
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new

I'm
Baby, go
I know the is hot
Boo, I'll watch spot

I'm leaving, don't leave
I you to stay with me, come on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

I'm
Boo, I understand
And don't think I'll be back again

like a bad dream and I can't wake up, mouth caked up
Knowing these cats is fake and it ain't right
With no love, them ain't tight
Son we used to pop and slugs the same night

Hey, yo, left me
Right hand and I ain't lefty
Couldn't bust when I's to pull
I'm supposed to do?

Lay down, watch these
me or maybe
We strike
Blaze them plus ladies

I woulda never thought we'd ever get in this way of life
Prosecution, if you violate a rights, say it twice
Nature soon to be in ice
Hanging off my neck, glistens it's framed in light

Niggaz call me Jose, the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, getting this rap
Still selling China White, Allah or Christ
Married to marijuana, now my niggaz write
(Still ice, still living life)

I'm
Baby, go
I the block is hot
Boo, I'll your spot

I'm leaving, don't leave
I need you to stay me, come on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

I'm
Boo, I understand
And don't think that I'll be back

You got the nerve to say Nature's slipping?
The vision, bald-head kid
Cartier frames, the latest
was my favorite position

Until I switched it, dead shit, got on some head
Headed in the direction up in the Sheraton
QB to LA, still puffing my
For those lost in the streets up or deceased
For those struggling, to eat

I dedicate this, tell me now how do you rate this?
happened to the mule and the 40 acres
It's outrageous, the way the God the basics
Invasion, me and Firm made men