Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

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

Pointing and missing 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 twist wig, a mother lose another kid

But it's beef now, it short
brief now
Strike vigorous, no of missing it
They sent the message or example,

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

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

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

It's a bad dream and I can't wake 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 bottles and slugs the night

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

Lay down, watch niggaz
me or maybe
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 framed in light

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

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

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

I'm
Boo, I understand
And don't think that I'll be back

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

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

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