Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
Brooklyn cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna meet me, wanna eat me
Money Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, is swollen
Let my jam hit tape deck, it's straight up, and made up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag,
Drug shop, I'm sorry, in the Ferrari
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

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

[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 lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the street life
We for this, go for your gun
My is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

[Billy
From the to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB said 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
Bring team 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, these men are all die

[Kool G.
See from the where 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, bring the slangs, slicker than the pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain
Like drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your weight up, you anarexic
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch came with hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that shit