Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

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

What don't know 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 know the
Black all day, let's be it captain
Posing in ostrich, war-age
Clear gazelles crush in the boxes
Weight game spiral, game rival
Front on me, see twenty-four
Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me change
Feds is listening, calicoes rang
Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, all
So the ass or something, yup pass it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much it's elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and bits
Might break a man, the that'll shake a man
the bones 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 techs on his neck, burst sweet he writing liars
Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty
Take down the nigga

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you know what is nigga
This is not a game, is not televised
This some shit that happened on a nigga
Most powerful of all nigga
Don't make me snatch 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, ninja
You know I got that in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas crab cakes
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and a ground shake
Show no pity, charging city out-of-town rate
While you little niggas wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making major boss
Dead alone, make the wrong movie cost you
Old cats want corner back, you know how Moss do
They to keep up with him
You starve and eat nigga
I'm to heat up nigga
Then "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, this is not checkers
Real finesse, a trying to molest the system
Black in jungle possessed 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 chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting since we were wearing a Enyce
Now cool what we do, thirty-eight in my boot
I shoot you from my shoe
My wife say it's a how I do niggas
I say "you want me to starve out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a handle all you
Like the that you are
Don't me get you out that 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 with this
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the first
He suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared
And I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka
I said I'm still a muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka

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