Luyện nghe bài hát It is What it Is

It is it is
It is it is

You try compromisin', nope, they wanna talk
And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be
Well, he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, we got altercations with these so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I
We get radar on fool in dem livin'
Bet, ain't fin' ta be runnin' around here drippin' sweat

hot flashes and shit
Over these fulla bitch-made and a dicks
You ripped? Let's it to 'em sick
Hit all spots at once, pour it on 'em thick

Who got the chops? They in my folks garage
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge, that nigga
Tell him to get here now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to up a ship

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin' on just a bit too long
Plus I got a family and to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the root of the
Get rid of the source what what, get rid of the big cheese

And the of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody mind somethin', time to validate my respection
Hit the dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station wagon
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my man

While I was tryin' to get him to get in a so that I could open fire
Fuck a ski mask, fish grease
Let the fully
May he rest in Miss smash up outta there

I brought boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, Murell [unverified] Trauma Center, Concord
doused him, shouldn'ta never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is it is

It is it is
It is it is
It is it is

Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna
What's wrong this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin
Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool

(Aww, gon' get done)
But now the has been spared
How we get him out of intensive care
And put him the wing of a pall-bear?

One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he some agents
He dem [unverified] [unverified] shot on several different occasions
What that his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a brain give a fuck about a die-hard

I know this one with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie
She works in ICU and she this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
nab him at the hospital, that'll work
Paid a nurse to pull the on the life support

business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if we fuck around and make it too obvious
The broad might her her job
Tough luck that shit no better fuckin' for me now

I gots no toilet paper for her anyhow
The shit is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' from to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta passed away, tragic

On the they got my picture at the post office
travellin' bouncin' back and forth to different states
They finally me up in Kansas City
At a spot called Gates

Do the do the time, it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a twerkin' in the kitchen, he ain't trippin'
I'll be up in bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks

flicks, shootin' kites, makin' wishes
Fuck and get mad on the strength of conjugal visits
the weight pile, hit my fee-vee [unverified]
Keep my shank close by me when I'm

Shouldn'ta me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda biz, but it's too late, it is what it is

It is it is
It is it is
It is it is

Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and it was is just what's been taught
Handle biz it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig?
'Cause no sense in savin' leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, with the right now
And everything be is, what it is