Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving - Nature

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the lines like the
Many would come if you pose off
Against my set, there a nigga yet
Smoke so much, niggaz say I need
You say but you used 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 think that I'll be back again

It's like a bad dream and I can't up, mouth caked up
Knowing cats 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 and I ain't lefty
bust when I's supposed to pull
What I'm to do?

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

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

Niggaz me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict type, getting this rap loot
Still selling China White, either Allah or
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 watch 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 don't think that be back again

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 in the streets 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
outrageous, the way the God finesse the basics
Invasion, me and Firm made men