Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving - Nature

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

Throwing signs like it's sign language
us from the others
Kidnap baby, mothers
Bringing drama to the deep

Salute G, you down like a Lucie
Jose probably lay 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 again
Niggaz came hoods again

Thinking that it been
Saw us what we first did
we did
Now we twist another wig, a lose another kid

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

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

On the lines like the
Many would come if you would off
Against my set, there a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggaz say I nicarette
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 spot

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 can't
And don't think that I'll be back

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

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

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

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

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

I'm
Baby, go
I the block is hot
Boo, I'll your spot

I'm leaving, don't leave
I need you to with 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 position

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 up north or deceased
For those struggling, to eat

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