Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

Throwing gang signs like it's sign
Distinguish us from the
Kidnap baby, mothers
Bringing to the deep covers

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

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

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

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

Set it up, man on man
to score we apply the plan
Quickly explain why you ran in this dark
We lay you down in the

On the like the Internet
Many would if you would pose off
Against my set, there ain't a yet
so much, niggaz say I need 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, sweetie don't
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

It's like a bad and I can't wake up, mouth caked up
Knowing these is fake fucks and it ain't right
no love, them hugs ain't tight
Son we to pop bottles and slugs the same night

Hey, yo, they me
hand damaged and I ain't lefty
Couldn't bust I's supposed to pull
What I'm to do?

Lay down, watch these
me or maybe
We accurate
Blaze them they ladies

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

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

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

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 can't
And don't think that I'll be back

You got the nerve to say Nature's slipping?
The greatest vision, kid
Cartier frames, the Pippens
Doggystyle was my favorite

Until I it, dead shit, got on some head shit
Headed in the wrong direction up in the
QB to LA, still my medicine
For those lost in the up north or deceased
For those struggling, to eat

I dedicate this, tell me now how do you rate this?
Whatever happened to the and the 40 acres
outrageous, the way the God finesse the basics
Invasion, me and Noreaga Firm men