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

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

fu sample]
I have never, up on a mission
against my honor

[Lil'
Duke let me you, my niggas crip up
Them young run up on you, shoot your 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 prospective is, another day in the life, of money and
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

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

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

G. Rap]
See from the side where it at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the Fonz
things, bring 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 drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
bang, neighborhood war games
Get weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the hammer
Bitch came empty hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded
a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next