Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

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

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

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

Let my jam hit your tape deck, straight up and made up
For every real nigga with his gun on him, up
Flying through the city nights, new
Blue ice, 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, scamma
You we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos

I have never, up on a mission
against my honor

Duke, let me warn you, my crip up
Them boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you life and my Island homeys
Lay your ass down on 'Glaciers of

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

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

It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's up
it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck and get your block hit up
your team and we'll box 'em up, think MOP is not what 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,
Crom's packing out Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the back

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

bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking
on the block proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, the hand she left with

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