Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

Yo, Nori know 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 your baby,
Bringing to the deep covers

Salute G, bust you like a Lucie
Jose lay with a gold Uzi
Crunk Italy, Africa and
acting sissy see

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

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

But beef now, keep it short
Real now
Strike vigorous, no of missing it
They sent the message or example,

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

On the like the Internet
Many would come if you would 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 know the is hot
Boo, I'll 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 don't think I'll be back again

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

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

Lay down, these niggaz
Spray me or
We accurate
Blaze them plus they

I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in 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, shootin the Artie
Benedict type, getting this rap loot
Still selling China White, Allah or Christ
to marijuana, now my niggaz don't write
(Still ice, still this life)

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

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

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

Until I switched it, dead shit, got on head shit
Headed in the wrong direction up in the
QB to LA, still puffing my
For those lost in the up north or deceased
For those struggling, 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 finesse the
Invasion, me and Noreaga made men