Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

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

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

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, keep it
Real now
vigorous, no intentions of missing it
They sent the or example, whatever

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

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

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

I'm leaving, don't leave
I you to stay 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

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

Hey, yo, they me
Right damaged and I ain't lefty
bust 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 we'd ever 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 like it's framed in

Niggaz call me Jose, the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, getting rap loot
selling China White, either 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, watch 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 think that I'll be back again

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

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

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