Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
niggas in the house
You know
Niggas sit and play pool and shit

What niggas know inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You know boy
Toast off lets go man c'mon

[Verse 1:
off a knucklehead block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, be it captain
in ostrich, war-age Galoshes
Clear gazelles diamonds in the boxes
Weight game spiral, sneaker rival
on me, see twenty-four Caligos
Drug niggas I with, hold up let me change shit
is listening, calicoes rang quick
Thugs 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 with the Jews, Crews, and black
Might break a man, the heart shake 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
Necks look thirsty, the word, reimburse me
Two on his neck, burst sweet he check writing liars
Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty
down 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 all nigga
make me snatch your chest out your champion shirt nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the of the con pillars
Raised to be a rotten
Rob nigga, ninja
You know I got that in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, not authentic
Nah, these niggas crab cakes
Bitch is Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, city niggas out-of-town rate
While you little sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making major moves
Dead alone, make the wrong movie it'll you
Old cats want corner back, you know how Moss do
trying to keep up with him
You and eat dust nigga
I'm starting to up nigga
shout "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, this is not checkers
finesse, a nigga trying 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, off an eight 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 what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I shoot you my shoe nigga
My wife say 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 handle all you
Like the that you are
make me get you out that car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this
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, your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her better, you were dead the first year
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 muthafucka
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
the chef
T.I.P the
We cold to cold this shit man
Coast, West Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
I got the boy cold
Come me