Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
Real niggas in the
You know
Niggas sit down and pool and shit

What niggas know inside the muthafucking
Pool is nothing but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You know boy
Toast off nigga go man c'mon

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

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

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm the home of the con pillars
Raised to be a rotten
Rob nigga, shot
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, not authentic
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground
Show no pity, city niggas out-of-town rate
While you niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, major boss moves
Dead alone, make the wrong movie it'll you
Old cats they 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"
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, mil up in my escrow
You walk up with your swoll, make it deflate
Been keys since we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, thirty-eight special in my
I shoot you my shoe nigga
My wife say it's a how I do niggas
I say "you me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a handle all you
the bitch that you are
Don't make me get you out car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At you knowing with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning this shit
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, tell your momma pick the casket
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first
He ain't suffer but he still a dead
no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
And I'm still a Bankhead
With the plum for the low, for the bread
I said I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka

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