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 people to be to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
But it's what you that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the of person you is
So it's like really, I'm just more of
Being a street (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a meet
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and
around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
kicks, soft leather, pockets 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
through 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 know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

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

[Lil'
Duke let me you, my niggas crip up
young 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, live the street consecutive
We for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, day in the life, of money and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

Danze]
From the to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB what up, though, ey
We got the on deck as if you didn't know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, that's up
it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
Bring your and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

fu sample]
It seems I'm a bit late
worry, these men are all gonna die

[Kool G.
See from the side where it at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She out a song like the Fonz back
Bigger things, the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick T, Rudy Ray Moore game
all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, raw 'caine
Fours bang, war games
Get your up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left
ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you know the man
Shit was like the third world, until I metrics, that next shit