Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

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

What niggas don't know the muthafucking
Pool balls is but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You know boy
Toast off nigga lets go man

[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
Weight game spiral, sneaker rival
on me, see twenty-four Caligos
Drug niggas I hang with, up let me change shit
Feds is listening, 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 it's
with the Jews, Crews, and black bits
Might break a man, the that'll shake a man
Smack the bones out of ya skin, up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather
One corny dub, drown you in letter kid
Necks look thirsty, the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he writing liars
Pull the gold out of your with rusty pliers
Take down the flyers

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

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 cakes
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground
Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town
While you niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my shoes, making major boss moves
Dead alone, make the movie it'll cost you
Old cats want they back, you know how Moss do
They to keep up with him
You starve and eat nigga
I'm to heat up nigga
shout "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, is Chess not checkers
Real finesse, a nigga trying to molest the
Black Mamba in jungle with venom
D and I stalk the rest is history

3: T.I.]
We from a small house, off an eight ball
To a big deal, mil up in my escrow
You up with your chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys since we 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 me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So why I'm a handle 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, up in morning with this shit
Or wherever, that's not where you better be at
Or else, your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the year
He ain't suffer but he still a dead
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you you scared muthafucka
And I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the for the low, for the bread muthafucka
I said I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the 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 with shit man
East Coast, Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
Patna I got the boy
seem me