Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I worry about now?
Nigga you think after the storm
And comin' from the I came from
You think call all the way and get scared?

Nah nigga I'ma win
Nigga if all this go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with shit
My nigga I'm ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the
gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight

Hey you can keep the dancers and the
The and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my
And I'm straight hey shawty I'm

I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, on my wrist
A lot of glamour and but shawty I don't need that
My beginnin' was a humble one, a I'ma son of one
Taught me how to run, I went from that to number one

Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab flipped one
Sold my little three eighty and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' some bubblegum
Junkies on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young

Buck, niggaz say, What? he see me raise up
Just wanna see the boy wit' nuts exchange
Old whole face soon
I spray the nigga's whole face up
Wet the nigga from the up

try you once and you pull a fall
And then 'em shaw' don't play wit 'em
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't of catchin' no case bruh
You can to me, that's intentionally

Another nigga that too late for
Hey bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who it all the day
I bet he say he changed from

Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the
Just gimme cocaine and some wood I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm

Hey you can keep the and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well-known in the town I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight hey shawty I'm

now, now when I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I gave ya, it was fact, nothin' fiction
Livin' Legend no stuntin', no reppin'
You can check my track record, I'm respected

gangsta in the game, go ask Lil' Wayne
Ask Judge Johnson, how times he saw my face
For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' 'violation here, here'
Betta ask Rank, I ran the when I was there

I held it down, where I go
When I'm in the A wit' the King, or in Detroit in the
I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin'
That's me and you, I can get it for the low

But that's nuttin', everybody say they story
on 'Larry King,' theirs is on 'Maury'
At the end of the day, it seems to won't go
I guarantee The Heart of the Streetz you pray

You can keep the car, the clothes, the and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, me off at the sto'
And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm

Hey you can keep the dancers and the
The plexers and the
Let me fill up my Impala, boy holla at my
And I'm straight hey shawty I'm

bitch, I ride two seaters
It's a cold world, so I keep two
I'm straight, you betta ask
Matter fact you can just ask me me

A little over aggressive, yeah, I might be
But half the niggaz in the hood like me damn
You wonder why a nigga talk balls all day?
You should try standin' around eight balls all day

Somebody pray for me, I don't know else
Why should I help you, when you tryin' to help yourself
I in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on these beats,

Fuck broke, this a reality check
you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you gotta before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate, them niggaz aren't straight

Hey you can keep the and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and some I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm

Hey you can keep the and the clowns, the throne and the crown
Well in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight hey I'm straight

Say what it do? Young Pimp C know I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, nigga want me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm
On the cool y'know young T.I. jumped out there
Said he was the king of the

He ruffled a whole niggaz' feathers
But niggaz really understand what the nigga was talkin 'bout
and uh so everybody had it twisted but
Me I understood from the get go what the nigga was tryin' to put
In these motherfuckin' stupid ass niggaz'

Was the fact it's a whole bunch of kings down here
And as as you takin' care of yo' business
And king shit you a king
What these niggaz shoulda been to do
Was to get close to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the of game
He was tryin' to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear

Understand what I'm
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the game the sideline
Know what I'm talkin'
And I'm seein' all these ol' pussy ass niggaz out
Talkin' 'bout they and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'

'Cause motherfuckin' paper ain't right
When I see them in the street, they diamonds
Know I'm talkin 'bout?
They shit cut right, ya shit ain't right
Shit cloudy and chipped up, know what I'm 'bout?
And them niggaz talkin 'bout they niggaz'

Don't even know the motherfuckin' word mean
what I'm talkin 'bout? This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know what I'm 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene on and tryin' to take glory for some shit
Some other niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin

So is what is, we bringin' Georgia and Texas together
All you ol' bitch ass niggaz that ain't down the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Holmes
Back yo ass up and, and, and, and move around for the south
'Cause it's our to shine, know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Now let's do shit