Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the lines like the
would come if you would pose off
Against my set, there 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 the block is hot
Boo, I'll watch your

I'm leaving, sweetie don't
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 again

like 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 bottles and slugs the night

Hey, yo, left me
Right hand damaged and I lefty
bust when I's supposed to pull
What I'm to do?

Lay down, watch these
me or maybe
We strike
Blaze them plus they

I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of
Prosecution, if you violate a rights, say it twice
soon to be engraved in ice
Hanging off my neck, glistens it's framed in light

call me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict type, getting this rap loot
Still selling China White, Allah or Christ
to marijuana, now my niggaz don't write
(Still ice, still living life)

I'm
Baby, go
I know the is hot
Boo, watch 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 that be back again

You got the nerve to say that Nature's
The vision, bald-head kid
Cartier frames, the latest
Doggystyle was my position

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

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