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 what you saying that 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 narrator, aiyo, what up, famo?

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

Love getting dressed up, sweats and
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, leather, pockets is swollen

Let my jam hit your tape deck, straight up and made up
For every real nigga his gun on him, hate up
through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a bag, license

shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
yo, all of us, scamma gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

I never, giving up on a mission
That's against my

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

Sidewalk executives, 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 can get ugly as fuck

the chest to your man Danze
Staten Island, said up, yo
The homey ODB said what up,
We got the Chef on deck as if you know

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

It seems I'm a bit late
worry, these men are all gonna die

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

Bigger things, the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the reigns, before rain flooded
storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine

Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your weight up, you looking
Posted on the block proper with the hammer
Bitch came with hands, that's the hand she left with

Thirsty ass with the and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man
Shit was like the third world until I handle metrics, next shit