Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to
Yo, can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the of person you is
So it's like really, I'm more of just
a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, me
Love getting up, sweats 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 your tape deck, straight up, and made up
For every nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new
ice, hundred thousand 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, in the brown vengos

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

Fame]
Duke let me warn you, my niggas up
Them boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the 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 as fuck

[Billy
the chest to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said up, yo, ey
The homey ODB said up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't
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 your hit up
Bring your team and box 'em up
M.O.P. is not what up

[kung fu
It seems I'm a bit late
worry, these men are all gonna die

[Kool G.
See from the side it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a like the Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick T, Rudy Ray Moore game
all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your weight up, you anarexic
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 white an hour, based it grand invested
Live within the rail, you know the man electric
was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit