Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

Wake up in the mornin', oh,
Had to cock the 9, tryin' to steal my bitch
Run out the back door, see them niggas hit the
I'm tellin' you, life ain't Compton, a bitch

Let off a shots, goddamn, I missed
fuck it anyway, let off the whole clip
I'm not to be fucked with when I'm off
Old English in my system 'bout to me a nigga

See, I back in the days, loadin' my A.K.
Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of
That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my
Shoot a nigga, he die, public enemy one

But this ain't no action flick, no Johny shit
When the TEC spit hollow in your Lexus
So, don't with a Compton nigga
he packin' a gat, yeah nigga, I stay strapped

Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the colorways?
Or the old sittin' on glaze?
What it be?

It's 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I'm to roll a swisher
'Cause that's what real niggas do when at home
Watchin' E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch
K.G.'s Jersey blowin' chronic that green

up the hoop dreams, bubble with the crack dreams
Turn hood zombies into an Olympic track
I got got shot and infiltrated the rap scene
Had to my life up, Doc. gave me the vaccine

get it twisted, I still click clack things
Red beam to each and every strap
That I keep locked up in my
If I shoot a will I be known
For gettin' Jason, I know

Still got a phase for shoot outs and car chases
Fuck Paccino 'cause we know niggas scarred faces
And we go back like D-boys small faces
And we them Ferraris like y'all hate me

Pharrell I think
hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley the four colorways?
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, what it be?

(You know ass is full)
Niggas can't fuck with me, will
I guess I am a motha legend, Will Smith
All I'm missin' is a bitch Jaya, Bonnie and Clyde shit
Hit the like later, Syonara or we the dirt shit

Black phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some from a couple Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they testify, Beefs to Common
But Game keep it like Weez and top Rommy

stop comin' for the top
If it bakes a flesh wound if headshot
Motha fucka and when he take aim, bullets your frame
My and allowed to when trigga swallow your vein

Can't walk through the club and take a
Without new school rap niggas on my dick
Why you fuck with you jewelry and all your wrist?
I pull up with your bitch pumpin' gangsta shit, now you

hot in here, nigga, it must be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the shades? Is it the
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

Do you thing shawty, do your shawty
Do you thing shawty, lookin' now
Do you shawty, do your thing shawty
Do you thing shawty, lookin' now

Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now