Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
baby cooling 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, leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's straight up, and 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
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the
see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the vengos

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

[Lil'
let me warn 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 on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the street life
We for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and
Big hammers and slugs, can get as fuck

[Billy
the chest to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said up, yo, ey
The ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your hit up
your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

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

[Kool G.
See from the side it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's packing out like back
She bang out a like the Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker the sharpest pen
here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before flooded
Like drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
bang, neighborhood war games
Get weight up, you looking anarexic
on the block proper with the hammer vested
Bitch with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass the water and it sounded desperate
Break a an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the world, until I handle metrics, that next shit