Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

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

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

getting dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, is swollen

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

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

I never, giving up on a mission
against my honor

Duke, let me you, my niggas crip up
young boys'll run up on you, shoot 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 built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs can get ugly as

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

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

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

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

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

Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your weight up, you anorexic
Posted on the proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the 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 metrics, that next shit