Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

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

What niggas don't inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is nothing but
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 crush diamonds in the boxes
Weight game spiral, game rival
Front on me, see twenty-four
Drug niggas I with, hold up let me change shit
Feds is listening, calicoes rang
Thugs blow alcohol, bitches, tap'em all
So fuck the ass or something, yup it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much dough it's
Fuck the Jews, Crews, and black bits
Might a man, the heart that'll shake a man
the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather
One corny dub, drown you in your kid
Necks look thirsty, whats the word, me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing
Pull the gold out of your mouth with pliers
Take down the nigga

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

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the of the con pillars
to be a rotten nigga
Rob nigga, shot
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, not authentic
Nah, these niggas crab cakes
Bitch is Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate
While you little niggas wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my shoes, making major boss moves
Dead alone, make the wrong it'll cost you
Old want they corner back, you know how Moss do
trying to keep up with him
You starve and eat nigga
I'm starting to heat up
shout "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, is Chess not checkers
Real finesse, a nigga to molest 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 eight
To a big deal, mil up in my escrow
You walk up with your swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys since we wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, special in my boot
I shoot you from my nigga
My wife say a shame how I do niggas
I say "you want me to starve out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a all you niggas
Like the bitch you are
Don't me get you out that car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At point you with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, up in morning with this shit
Or wherever, know that's not 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 a dead muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you you scared muthafucka
And I'm still a muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka
I said I'm still a muthafucka
With the for the low, for the bread muthafucka

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