Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas wanna me, ladies wanna eat me
clean Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, sweats and
Ride around the hood, good, getting Gotti
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, 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 city nights, new
Blue ice, hundred 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, scamma
You we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown vengos

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I never, giving up on a mission
That's against my

[Lil'
Duke let me you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, 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 prospective is, another day in the life, of and drugs
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as

[Billy
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, that's up
Pack it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, up?
pop, get up, fuck around and get your block hit up
Bring your team and box 'em up
M.O.P. is not what up

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

[Kool G.
See from the side where it at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's packing out like Beyonce
She bang out a song like the Fonz
things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before flooded
storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, war games
Get your up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper with the hammer
Bitch came with hands, that's the hand she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it desperate
Break a an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the rail, you know the man electric
was like the third world, until I handle metrics, that next shit