Luyện nghe bài hát Inkredible

[Verse 1 -
Tha back, lets get to bidness
It's something
Call it a foreign
heavily leaking
I guess it finished
Riding with something
They tell me she the
The clear, stones never cloudy
Sixty 'rats or better, nigga ask me
Certified gangsta, please ever doubt me
Welcome to the
You get in without me
I'm presidential, Obama painted the Vogues
Toping in the Chevy, top back
My a motion picture, bitch I ain't gotta act
I send 'em to section, nigga hold that
It's scattered bullets
Too to run for cover, I drain 'em like Kobe
I evacuate to the gutter
On that's pokey with looks
And a trunk like to stutter
I as the king of the city
It ain't gon' be

[Verse 2 - Lil
I'm sending shots, it's happy
I shoot from close range, I'ma a shower
Brains in the sink, on the counter
Women and the kids, 'em how I found 'em
I'm a real nigga, still nigga
I cut ya face, have ya looking like nigga
Then I pull ya card, then I wit'cha
Gamble wit'cha life, is this lucky night?
My bitch so fucking right, every night I fuck her
Big boy money bitch, pockets on Wise
up, I'm scarred for life
Tell the I know all my rights
Got choppas I mean Harley bikes
Drop 'em a bag of ice
Shades dark, bright
chain, chrome horse
Hair to the fucking back, call shit Rosa Parks
Dr. man I gave hip-hop open heart
Young Money baby aka Ark

And I'm Noah!
YOUNG MOULA

3 - Rick Ross]
My long, my temper short
My car's foreign, my dick a
The guns new, the old
It's time to through, like never before
Liquid C4, at me hoe
into my eyes, do you see a C.O.?
I'm talking kilos, to reload
Map fout ou deyo - "Shut the fuck up" in
I'm paid up, get ya weight up
Pillow top back, shade up
I got automatics so you know I'm automatic
All my automatic, you know that's automatic
What you wanna see?
Don't get caught in the
I got G's that'll wait for a quarter ki',
I'm living
the critics nigga (Fuck 'em)
Shit is nigga
You hear the lyrics (Yep!)
Its Ricky