Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the got me like the broccoli
baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna meet me, wanna eat me
clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
Hand is golden, an OG and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, pockets is
Let my jam hit your tape deck, it's up, and made up
For every real nigga his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the 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, gangstas
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

fu sample]
I have never, giving up on a
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 homeys lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the life consecutive
We for this, go for your gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

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 didn't
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
your team and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

[kung fu
It seems I'm a bit late
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

G. Rap]
See the side where 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 storm drains, man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, war games
Get your up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the hand she left
Thirsty ass the water and it sounded desperate
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