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 people to be able to understand
Yo, can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
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 more of
a street narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

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

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

Fame]
Duke let me warn you, my niggas up
young 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, live the life consecutive
We for this, go for your gun
My is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get 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 didn't
It's as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, rap, wanna 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

fu sample]
It I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

G. Rap]
See from the side it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
packing 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 T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, rain flooded
Like storm drains, boss man, bundling raw
Fours bang, war games
Get your weight up, you 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
a white an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you the man electric
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, next shit