Luyện nghe bài hát It is What it Is

It is it is
It is it is

You try compromisin', nope, they don't talk
And they got them nuts that's off Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be
Well, where he stay at then, he stay by such and

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

Havin' hot and shit
Over fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? take it to 'em sick
Hit all spots at once, pour it on 'em thick

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

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here been goin' on just a little bit too
Plus I got a and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the of the problem
Get rid of the that's what what, get rid of the big cheese

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

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

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

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

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

(Aww, gon' get done)
But now the heat has spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive
And put him under the wing of a

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

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

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

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

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

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

Takin' flicks, kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
my shank close by me when I'm sleepy

Shouldn'ta caught me, never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but 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 what it was is just what's taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I rip you dig?
'Cause ain't no sense in leftovers
That's yesterday's thing, with the right now
And gon' be is, what it is