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

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me like the
Brooklyn cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and
Ride around the hood, good, Gotti respect
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 every real nigga his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new
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, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

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

Fame]
Duke let me warn you, my crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

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

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

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