Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sidewalk executives, 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

From the chest to man Danze
Staten Island, what up, yo
The homey ODB said up, though
We got the Chef on deck as if you know

It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
Pack it up, rap, wanna rock, what up?
pop, get up, fuck around and get your 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, these men are all die

See from the where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
packing out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song the Fonz back

things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, rain flooded
Like 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 came with empty hands, that's the hand she with

Thirsty ass with the water and it 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 until I handle metrics, next shit