Luyện nghe bài hát It Must Be Me

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

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

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

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

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

It's 2 in the afternoon, I'm 'bout to roll a swisher
'Cause that's what real niggas do when they at
E.S.P.N. on a 70 inch flatscreen
K.G.'s away Jersey blowin' chronic that

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

Don't get it twisted, I click clack things
Red attached to each and every strap
I keep locked up in my basement
If I shoot a will I be known
For Jason, I don't know

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

Pharrell I think
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Somethin' hot in here, nigga, it be me
Is it the Is it the J's?
Is it the Bentley with the four
Or the old school sittin' on glaze, could it be?

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

rose phantom interior hurt shit
And I got some kisses from a Brooklyn bitches
Them hoes, they never testify, Beefs to
But keep it hood like Weez and top Rommy

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

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

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 with the four colorways?
Or the old school on glaze, what could it be?

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

Go, go, go, go, go, go, err'body now
Go, go, go, go, go, go, lookin' now