Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat
Real niggas wanna 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, it's 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
Drug shop, I'm sorry, in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
Eating yo, all of us, gangstas
You we honor, tip the kangol, cooling 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
executives, live the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

[Billy
the chest to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The ODB said what 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, 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 seems I'm a bit late
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
things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain
Like storm drains, man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, war games
Get weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper the hammer vested
Bitch with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it desperate
Break a white an hour, based it grand invested
Live within the third rail, you the man electric
Shit was the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit