Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
When I write my lyrics, it's like, like
I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to
Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
But it's what you that makes a person know about you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the of person you is
So it's like really, I'm just more of
Being a street narrator (aiyo, up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby at a swat meet
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, and techs
Ride around the hood, good, 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 straight up, and up
For real nigga with his gun on him, hate up
through the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag,
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 vengos

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

[Lil'
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 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, day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as

Danze]
From the to your 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 as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, rap, wanna rock, what up?
pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

[kung fu
It seems I'm a bit here
worry, these men are all gonna die

[Kool G.
See from the side 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 reigns, before rain flooded
Like drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your up, you looking anarexic
on the block proper with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left
Thirsty ass with the water and it sounded
Break a white an hour, based it forty invested
within the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, I handle metrics, that next shit