Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

Salute G, bust you down 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 beef in the hood
Niggaz came with again

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

But beef now, keep it short
brief now
Strike vigorous, no of missing it
They sent the or example, whatever

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

On the like the Internet
Many would come if you pose off
Against my set, there a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggaz say I need
You say bogie but you used to say
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new

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

I'm leaving, sweetie 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 that I'll be back

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

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

Lay down, these niggaz
Spray me or
We accurate
Blaze plus they ladies

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

Niggaz me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, this rap loot
Still China White, either Allah or Christ
Married to marijuana, now my don't write
(Still ice, living this life)

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

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

I'm
Boo, I can't
And don't that I'll be back again

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

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

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