Luyện nghe bài hát ITAL (Roses)

Black panther, panther, what do you see?
I see a ITAL watching over me

Back
Yeah, hey, can we get a little
the cocaine and the kilos
Aight nigga, we
Aight nigga, we
Can we get a from the strippers on the pill
Aight nigga, we
Okay nigga, we

Hey shawty, no future in no gang-bang
And no manhood in no bang-bang
no honor cleanin' interstates inside a chain-gang
Know some rap put that shit inside your mainframe
make you stupid and liquor do the same thing
'Raris too and they way too hard to maintain
Get yourself a Camry, "nigga a Camry?"
Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll me
It's called fiscally responsible
Don't let lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you
The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your
Try your best to be a man and your to be a monster

May we have roses for the ladies
A little for the gentlemen
And some kisses for the babies
Some for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the
Empathy for the old, more for the down and pressed
no liar ITAL, ah yaa!

I know sayin', "Lupe rappin' 'bout the same shit"
Well, that's ain't shit changed, bitch
And please excuse my language
'Cause I hate for you to misrepresent
The true of my anguish
And by this far I shocked, upset, or appalled
I'm ashamed,
I can't if you ain't sayin' shit
And recognize all emptiness is dangerous
Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' 'em that ain't shit
If they got the latest that they saw on someone famous
Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged
Instead of askin' the hoes is
Maybe maybe we could ask for

May we have some for the ladies
A little appreciation for the
And some kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, for the poor
Empathy for the old, more for the down and pressed
no liar ITAL, ah yaa!

May we have some roses for the
A little for the gentlemen
And some kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the whole world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the
Empathy for the old, more justice for the and pressed
Treat no ITAL, ah yaa!

Called the president a
sponsors like, how the fuck you gon' embarrass us?
Ain't my fault, I was repeatin' this
Professor Emeritus America
But my tone was an Afghani kid without a home
Blew that bitch up with a
An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing
The fuck you think they call him, I'mma leave that all
'Cause this, the focus on this new is that hopeless
Place that I was into systematic brokenness
Took downpression and developed it to dopeness
that great American rap-rap ferocious

May we some roses for the ladies
A little for the gentlemen
And some kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the wide-wide-wide world
More to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, justice for the down and pressed
no liar ITAL, ah yaa!