Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Not You

No, no, no, I you, I live this shit
I ain't just up here, rappin' and
and skittin' and shit, naw, not me
I'm not you, I'm not you rapper, I'm not you,

I keep that ziploc at the stitches, culinary chemist
I serve the to break the fiends fixes
One give you the sniffles, the leave you with the itches
Transport, airport the vaseline

So I can fulfill my of passion as green
cash then ya seen within Ashton it's green
Me drivin' up fast the lean, zonin' family
Keep youngin's in rented Camry's

panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit
Reckless ass, God forbid don't crash
From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of
Naw, we don't believe in air bags

Cars tricks like them Ringling brother skits
Whether hop out or the glock pop out
Ya know, what I'm
Blow to ya sinus 'til the drop out

Whoever said fly south for the winters, a damn lie
Got 'em right and if I don't like you the grams high
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend, it, they need it
They could smoke it right in front of you to make you it

Prolly think, I won't murder you the way I
But I'ma a lota shots, A I style
Jada, the is filthy but so what
The motherfuckin' game is

You know, what? My mom and my pops did a good job
But it was the and the Cane the built me
So I could hate on another brother
God is great, the devil is a

When you but they think you got money
Crackers start showin' you love, ya own people act
I tear niggas heads off, I discriminate
Waves, or dreads, I will eliminate

I'm far from a noodle, nigga, I stab up block
And quiet streets into hot sex
Nigga, that's funny you say you a killa,
What is it the return of the killer
You don't put no in my heart

I ya people say, 'wow', that didn't look like my man
They upside down, the coroner did what he can
He got hit wit ten rounds at pointblank and
Coldchian that nigga stankin'

Half and face I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it
I had my eyes on his mink and I give 'em
A chance to blink I dodged up on 'em
Pressed the up on him shocked 'em
Made his head stand on end and like a baby I 'em

The Coffin, the cradle, you can't bite the hand made you
That's the beginning of the end and you a thug pretends
Coldchain, suit the nigga, I got a great vision I see through men
And triggers wit' bullets that go through men

Fuck wit S P, that's ya with death
Got bullets grape ya chest, no sleep like I hate the rest
I'm in the hood it's my fate to rep
I hold it down any place I step and I love slept on
'Cause I'm than dope fresh outta Africa that never been stepped on

Dog, I'ma clap at you the that you rep wrong
Holiday, the ghost the reason why ya set gone
Why I love riffin', the war you wouldn't
my God is different than yours

If the world spin in a circle, I want 'em to learn backwards
Kill niggas the minute they jerk you
What you keep the for creepin' through the hood
And shit ain't really good but I'm deeper than the floor
Higher than a plane and meaner a baller
Want ya insides out so I it when I pull

Rappers is to me as if, come on
We in the same boat, I tell them quick, no, I move
And you and I share no common bond
So forgive me if I don't receive you open arms, no

It shames me to no end to feed
To who could very well be my kin
But where demand, someone will supply
So I feed them their needs at the same cry

Yes, it me to see them need this
All of them lost and I'm their Jesus
Deepest regret and sympathy to the
I see them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat, so

And with in mind, I still didn't quit
And that's how I know I ain't shit, I ain't shit
My heart bleed but that's aside the fact
I live from my kids and and them youngin's after that