Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
baby cooling at a swat meet
Real wanna 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
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
kicks, soft leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, thousand in a Nike bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
Eating yo, all of us, gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

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

[Lil'
let me warn you, my niggas crip up
Them boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, the street 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
Island, said what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you didn't
sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get block hit up
your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

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It I'm a bit late 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 packing out like Beyonce
She bang out a song the Fonz back
Bigger things, the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw
Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your weight up, you anarexic
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch came empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it desperate
a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, until I metrics, that next shit