Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
I write my lyrics, it's 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 you saying that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the type of you is
So it's like really, I'm just of just
a street narrator (aiyo, what 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
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, straight up, and made up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred in a Nike bag, license
shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the Ferrari
Next see the Lex A Shallah, La
Eating yo, all of us, gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, in the brown vengos

[kung fu
I have never, up on a mission
That's my honor

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

[Billy
From the chest to man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said up, yo, ey
The homey ODB what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get your 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, men are all gonna die

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