Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
Real in the house
You already
Niggas sit down and play pool and

What don't know inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is nothing but
We gettin' money nigga. You already boy
Toast off nigga lets go man

[Verse 1:
off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern
Black all day, let's be it captain
Posing in ostrich, Galoshes
Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the
Weight game spiral, game rival
Front on me, see Caligos
Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change
Feds is listening, rang quick
Thugs blow alcohol, bitches, tap'em all
So fuck the ass or something, yup it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much dough elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black
Might break a man, the heart that'll a man
Smack the out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas skin
One corny dub, drown you in your kid
look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check liars
Pull the gold out of your mouth rusty pliers
down the flyers nigga

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you already know what is
is not a game, this is not televised
This some shit happened on a train nigga
Most of them all nigga
Don't make me snatch your chest out your champion nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the home of the con
Raised to be a nigga
Rob nigga, ninja
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, not authentic
Nah, these niggas half-baked cakes
Bitch is baby Jesus, I sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, city niggas out-of-town rate
While you little niggas wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making boss moves
Dead alone, make the wrong movie cost you
Old cats want they corner back, you how Moss do
They trying to up with him
You and eat dust nigga
I'm starting to heat up
Then "what up nigga"
for dinner, this is Chess not checkers
Real finesse, a nigga trying to the system
Black Mamba in jungle with venom
D farmer and I stalk the is history

3: T.I.]
We from a small house, dropping off an ball
To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my
You walk up with your swoll, make it deflate
getting keys since we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, thirty-eight in my boot
I shoot you my shoe nigga
My say it's a shame how I do niggas
I say "you me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a all you niggas
Like the that you are
Don't make me get you out that car and get to going in that
While you poppin' At point you knowing with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with shit
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, tell your momma the casket herself
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the year
He ain't suffer but he still a muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared
And I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread
I said I'm still a Bankhead
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka

T.I.]
say Yo B
Hustle G.D.O.D
the chef
T.I.P the
We cold to cold with this man
Coast, West Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
Patna I got the boy
seem me