Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

Throwing gang like it's sign language
Distinguish us from the
Kidnap baby, mothers
Bringing drama to the covers

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

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

that it woulda been
Saw us from we first did
we did
Now we twist wig, a mother lose another kid

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

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

On the lines the Internet
would come 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 used to say
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new

I'm
Baby, go
I know the is hot
Boo, watch 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 can't
And think that I'll be back again

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

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

Lay down, watch niggaz
Spray me or
We strike
them plus they ladies

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

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

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

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

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

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