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, can rhyme, you know what I'm saying
But it's what you saying 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 more of
a street narrator, aiyo, what up, famo?

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat
Real niggas wanna meet me, wanna eat me
Money Mercedes 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, soft leather, is swollen

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

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

I never, giving up on a mission
against 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 life and my Staten homeys
Lay your ass on 'Glaciers of Ice'

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

the chest to your man Danze
Staten Island, said up, yo
The homey ODB said up, though
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?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your hit up
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up, think MOP is not up

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

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

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

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

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