Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

When I write my lyrics, it's like, 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 that makes a person know about you

Know what I'm saying, you know the of person you is
So it's like really I'm just of just
Being a street narrator, aiyo, what up,

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

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

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

shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
Eating yo, all of us, gangstas
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 niggas up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life and my Island homeys
Lay your ass down on of Ice'

Sidewalk executives, the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and
Big and slugs can get ugly as fuck

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

sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, up?
Wanna pop, get up, around 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
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 bang out a song the Fonz back

Bigger things, the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw

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

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