Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I 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 know you

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

Reefer lit, hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn cooling at a swat meet
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, getting respect
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is

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

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

I have never, up on a mission
That's against my

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

Sidewalk executives, the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for 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
Island, said what up, yo
The homey ODB what up, though
We got the Chef on as if you didn't know

It's as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, 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 I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

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

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

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

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