Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

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

What niggas know inside the muthafucking
balls is nothing but blow
We gettin' nigga. You already know boy
off nigga lets go man c'mon

[Verse 1:
Raised off a knucklehead block, you the pattern
Black all day, let's be it captain
Posing in ostrich, war-age
Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the
game spiral, sneaker game rival
Front on me, see twenty-four
Drug niggas I hang with, up let me change shit
Feds is listening, calicoes rang
blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all
So fuck the ass or something, yup it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much dough elastic
Fuck the Jews, Crews, and black bits
Might a man, the heart that'll shake a man
Smack the bones out of ya skin, up fam
We the veterans, so many niggas feather skin
One corny dub, drown you in your kid
Necks look thirsty, whats the word, me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he writing liars
Pull the gold out of your mouth rusty pliers
Take down the nigga

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

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the home of the con
to be a rotten nigga
Rob nigga, shot
You know I got that in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, charging city niggas rate
While you little niggas sending on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making major boss
Dead alone, the wrong movie it'll cost you
Old cats they corner back, you know how Moss do
trying to keep up with him
You and eat dust 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 in jungle possessed with venom
D farmer and I stalk the rest is

3: T.I.]
We from a house, dropping off an eight ball
To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my
You walk up your chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I you from my shoe nigga
My wife say it's a shame how I do
I say "you want me to starve out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So why I'm a handle all you niggas
the bitch that you are
Don't make me get you out that car and get to in that shit
While you off? At point you knowing with this shit
We up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit
Or wherever, know that's not where you be at
Or else, tell your pick the casket herself
Hope it make her better, you were dead the first year
He ain't suffer but he still a dead
Ain't no in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
And I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread
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
Raekwon the
T.I.P the
We cold to with this shit man
Coast, West Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
I got the boy cold
Come me