Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

Throwing gang signs like sign language
Distinguish us the others
Kidnap your baby,
drama to the deep covers

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

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

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

But it's 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 we apply the plan
Quickly why you ran in this dark land
We lay you down in the

On the like the Internet
would come if you would pose off
Against my set, there 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 know the is hot
Boo, watch your spot

I'm leaving, sweetie leave
I need you to stay me, come on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

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

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

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

Lay down, these niggaz
me or maybe
We accurate
Blaze them 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 framed in light

call me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, getting this rap
Still selling White, either 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 watch your

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 think that I'll be back again

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

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

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