Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
Real in the house
You know
Niggas sit down and play and shit

What niggas don't know inside the
Pool balls is but blow
We money nigga. You already know boy
off nigga lets go man c'mon

[Verse 1:
Raised off a block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, let's be it
Posing in ostrich, war-age
Clear crush diamonds in the boxes
Weight game spiral, game rival
on me, see twenty-four Caligos
Drug I hang with, hold up let me change shit
Feds is listening, rang quick
blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all
So the ass or something, yup pass it off
Icy in the ass mints, so dough it's elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and bits
Might break a man, the heart shake a man
Smack the bones out of ya skin, up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather
One corny dub, you in your letter kid
look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, sweet he check writing liars
Pull the out of your mouth with rusty pliers
Take the flyers nigga

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you know what is nigga
is not a game, this is not televised
This some shit that 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 rotten
Rob nigga, ninja
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas crab cakes
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and a ground shake
Show no pity, charging niggas out-of-town rate
While you little sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, major boss moves
alone, make the wrong movie it'll cost you
Old cats want corner back, you know how Moss do
They trying to up with him
You starve and eat nigga
I'm to heat up nigga
Then "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, is Chess not checkers
finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system
Black Mamba in jungle possessed venom
D and I stalk the rest 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 chest swoll, it deflate
Been getting since we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, thirty-eight in my boot
I you from my shoe nigga
My wife say a shame how I do niggas
I say "you want me to 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' off? At point you knowing this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this
Or wherever, that's not where you better be at
Or else, tell your momma pick the herself
Hope it her feel better, you were dead the first year
He suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared
And I'm still a Bankhead
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka
I I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread

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