Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

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

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

getting dressed up, sweats 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 every real 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, gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the vengos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thirsty ass the water and it sounded desperate
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 next