Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the lines the Internet
Many come if you would pose off
Against my set, ain't a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggaz say I 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, I'll watch spot

I'm leaving, don't leave
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 think that I'll be again

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

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

Lay down, these niggaz
Spray me or
We strike
Blaze plus 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
soon to be engraved in ice
Hanging off my neck, glistens it's framed in light

Niggaz call me Jose, shootin the Artie
Arnold type, getting this rap loot
Still selling China White, Allah or Christ
to marijuana, now my niggaz don't write
(Still ice, still this life)

I'm
Baby, go
I the block is hot
Boo, I'll 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 understand
And don't think that I'll be again

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

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

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