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 makes a person know about you

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

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

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

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

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

Duke, let me you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, 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 hammers and slugs can get ugly as

the chest to your man Danze
Staten Island, what 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 and get your block hit up
your team and we'll box 'em up, think MOP is not what up

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

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

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

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

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