Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
When I write my lyrics, like, it's like
I my shit to be phat, I want people 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 like really, I'm more of just
Being a street narrator (aiyo, up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the gangstas got me the broccoli
Brooklyn baby at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean Mercedes claim, baby, me
Love getting dressed up, and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting respect
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, is swollen
Let my jam hit your deck, it's straight up, and made up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying the city nights, new flights
ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, in the Ferrari
see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos

fu sample]
I have never, up on a mission
That's against my

[Lil'
Duke let me warn you, my niggas up
Them young boys'll run up on you, shoot your up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the street life
We built for this, go for gun
My is, another 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 Chef on deck as if you know
It's as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
Bring team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not 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 out like Beyonce back
She out a song like the Fonz back
Bigger things, bring the slangs, slicker the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, rain flooded
storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, war games
Get weight up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded
Break a white an hour, it forty grand invested
Live the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, next shit