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 people to be to understand
Yo, anybody can rhyme, you what I'm saying
But it's you saying that makes a person know about you

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

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

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

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

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

I have never, giving up on a
against 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 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 ugly as

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

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

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

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

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

Fours bang, war games
Get your up, you looking anorexic
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch came 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 I handle metrics, that next shit