Luyện nghe bài hát I Told You So

[Chorus: + (Chino XL)]
Girl that's a fly nigga (I you so)
come up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
Lyrically he crucifies (Yo, I told you so)
here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out)
Girl a fly nigga (Yeah, I told you so)
Daddy up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so)
he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so)
here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)

XL]
Multiplicty, out my clones
Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges Quincy Jones
My style pendergrass shoes: never touched the
My IQ so high it ain't no number it's a
I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest to tackle
I'll your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's apple
I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like
Yeah niggaz talk about it but they don't wanna go there
I'm in leather, floored never
more tracks than Brandy and Monica's weaves put together
This to whoever if you rhyme like a daughter of
You sound me so much I think my sperm's in your water supply
With a war to survive I slaughter and
a torture guy be forced and falsified
And and authorised
I autograph a bra, menage-a-trois
I want no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois

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XL]
On everything I love, I attack rap genres..
Fatter Chaka Khan was
XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for
Consider me the Master P of God like Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn skin
Blast for laughs at actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards only imagine
You ain't an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man RuPaul
Run y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls
You wanna start friction? Don and King and..
.. end up gettin fucked like Rhames in "Pulp Fiction"
My hot they just might trigger the sprinkler system
Like that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin
Now you gonna listen?! Or do I to remind you?
I'll a hole through your chest
and give a to the man behind you
Killin you and the nigga that signed you like my Dad invented
I rhyme til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic
sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a fake one
There's so gay rappers
they diss me cause I'm the straight one
Plus can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long hair
With Nick in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+

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XL]
Yo, yo, you wanna up? Now that takes bravery
I house niggaz like Africans durin slavery
I crazily, a bomb, military can't disable me
So in the cypher I got Lucifer ashamed of me
Fuck who you to be, better reconsider
Turned on wrestlin and Goldberg was "Chino that's a big nigga"
I died a thousand deaths to possess such as this
With delivery like where live: in-tents/intense
Sliding in events riding of limos with tints
Been rhyming Timberland trees were seeds; Burger King was Prince
Better run for the fence, clack on all you rats
I shoot blindly I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats
(Shit) The is, I'm one of them crazy half-black kids
Like Jesus in the army but I my stripes like zebras
the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test
I leave rappers confused like homeless on house arrest

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