Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

Salute G, you down like a Lucie
Jose lay with a gold Uzi
Italy, Africa and Sicily
Niggaz sissy see

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

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

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

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

On the like the Internet
would come if you would pose off
Against my set, there 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, I'll watch 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 understand
And don't that I'll be back again

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

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

Lay down, these niggaz
me or maybe
We strike
Blaze them 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 like it's in light

Niggaz me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, getting rap loot
selling China White, either Allah or Christ
Married to marijuana, now my 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 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 I'll be back again

You got the nerve to say Nature's slipping?
The vision, bald-head kid
frames, the latest Pippens
Doggystyle was my favorite

Until I switched it, dead shit, got on some head
Headed in the wrong 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 this, tell me right now how do you rate this?
Whatever to the mule and the 40 acres
It's outrageous, the way the God finesse the
Invasion, me and Firm made men