Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

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

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

Thinking it woulda been
Saw us from 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 intentions of it
They sent the message or example,

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

On the lines like the
Many would come if you would off
Against my set, there ain't a yet
so much, niggaz 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, watch your spot

I'm leaving, sweetie leave
I need you to with 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

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

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

Lay down, watch niggaz
me or maybe
We accurate
Blaze plus they ladies

I woulda thought 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 in light

Niggaz call me Jose, the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, this rap loot
Still selling China White, either or Christ
Married to marijuana, now my don't write
(Still ice, still living 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 stay 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 that slipping?
The vision, bald-head kid
Cartier frames, the Pippens
Doggystyle was my favorite

I switched it, dead shit, got on some head shit
Headed in the direction up in the Sheraton
QB to LA, still puffing my
For those 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 finesse the
Invasion, me and Firm made men