Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

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

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I have never, 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 whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island homeys lay your ass on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the life consecutive
We built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, day in the life, of money and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

[Billy
From the to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on as if you didn't 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 block hit up
Bring your 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

[Kool G.
See the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a like the Fonz back
Bigger things, the slangs, slicker 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
bang, neighborhood war games
Get your weight up, you looking
Posted on the block with the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left
ass with the water and it sounded desperate
Break a an hour, based it forty grand invested
within the third rail, you know the man electric
Shit was like the third world, I handle metrics, that next shit