Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
When I write my lyrics, like, it's 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 know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you the type of person you is
So like 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 cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna me, ladies wanna eat me
Money Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride the hood, good, getting Gotti respect
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's up, and made up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, thousand in a Nike bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the
see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the vengos

[kung fu
I never, giving up on a mission
against my honor

[Lil'
let me warn you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass on Glaciers of Ice
executives, live the street life 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

[Billy
the chest to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on as if you didn't know
It's as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck 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, men are all gonna die

[Kool G.
See from the where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
packing out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker than the pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore
all in the board reigns, before rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw
bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking
on the block proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came 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 like the third world, I handle metrics, that next shit