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

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
Brooklyn baby at a swat meet
niggas wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, and techs
around the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is
Let my jam hit your tape deck, 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,
shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
yo, all of us, scamma gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, in the brown vengos

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

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

Danze]
From the chest to man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said up, yo, ey
The homey ODB said up, though, ey
We got the Chef on as if you didn't know
sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
Bring team 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 where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw
Fours bang, war games
Get your weight up, you looking
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch with empty hands, that's the hand she left with
ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a white an hour, based it forty invested
Live within the rail, you know the man electric
was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit