Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

When I my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat
I people to be able to understand
Yo, anybody can rhyme, you know what I'm
But it's you saying that makes a person know about you

Know I'm saying, you know the type of person you is
So like really I'm just more of just
Being a street narrator, aiyo, up, famo?

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the
Brooklyn cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean claim, baby beat me

Love getting up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting respect
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is

Let my jam hit your deck, it's straight up and made up
For every nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new
ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license

Drug shop, I'm sorry, in the Ferrari
see the Lex A Shallah, La Tampa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the vengos

I have never, up on a mission
That's my honor

Duke, let me warn you, my crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you and my Staten Island homeys
Lay your ass on 'Glaciers of Ice'

executives, live the street life consecutive
We for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs can get as fuck

From the chest to your man
Staten Island, said up, yo
The homey ODB what up, though
We got the on deck as if you didn't know

It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get block hit up
Bring your and we'll box 'em up, think MOP is not what up

It seems I'm a bit here
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

See the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song the Fonz back

Bigger things, bring the slangs, than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, raw 'caine

bang, neighborhood war games
Get weight up, you looking anorexic
Posted on the proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the she left with

Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded
Break a white an hour, it forty grand invested
Live the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world until I handle metrics, that shit