Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's
I want my shit to be phat, I people to be able to understand
Yo, Anybody can rhyme,
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 more of just
Being a street (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby at a swat meet
Real wanna meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
getting dressed 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 straight up, and up
For every real with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new
ice, hundred thousand in a Nike bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the
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

[kung fu
I have never, up on a mission
That's my honor

Fame]
Duke let me warn you, my crip up
young boys'll run up on you, shoot your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island lay your ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, live the street consecutive
We for this, go for your gun
My is, another day in the life, of money and drugs
Big and slugs, can get ugly as fuck

[Billy
From the chest to man Danze, ey
Staten Island, what up, yo, ey
The homey ODB what up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, 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 I'm a bit late here
worry, these men are all gonna die

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