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, Anybody can rhyme,
But it's what you saying makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you the type of person you is
So it's really, I'm just more of just
Being a narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
Brooklyn baby at a swat meet
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean claim, baby, beat me
Love dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is
Let my jam hit your tape deck, straight up, and made up
For every real with his gun on him, hate up
Flying the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a bag, license
shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the vengos

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

[Lil'
Duke let me you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten 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 as fuck

Danze]
From the chest to 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 know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
Bring your and we'll box 'em up
M.O.P. is not what up

[kung fu
It seems I'm a bit here
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

G. Rap]
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, 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
bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking
Posted on the block proper the hammer vested
Bitch came empty hands, that's the hand she left with
ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty invested
Live within the rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, I handle metrics, that next shit