Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

Yo, Nori know this and Nori know
Yo but Nori gat, why
'Cause Nori dat
Iraq'll make you

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

Salute G, bust you like a Lucie
probably lay with a gold Uzi
Crunk Italy, and Sicily
Niggaz acting see

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

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

But beef now, keep 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 dark land
We lay you in the sand

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

I'm
Baby, go
I the block is hot
Boo, watch 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 can't
And don't think that I'll be back

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

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

Lay down, watch niggaz
Spray me or
We accurate
them plus they ladies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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