Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's I want my shit to be phat
I want people to be to understand
Yo, can rhyme, you know what I'm saying
But it's what you saying that a person know about you

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

lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a meet
Real wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money Mercedes 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, leather, pockets is swollen

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

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

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

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

Sidewalk executives, live the life consecutive
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
Island, said 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
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, up?
pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and we'll box 'em up, 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,
packing out like Beyonce back
She bang out a like the Fonz back

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

Fours bang, war games
Get your weight up, you looking
Posted on the block proper with the vested
came with empty hands, that's the hand she left with

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