Luyện nghe bài hát Just Hangin' Out

I'm hangin out...
I'm hangin out...

I'm known for the rough raps
but kids steal my lyrics like
And eat em like stacks of flapjacks rugrats
HEY, and I get busy over traps
While the next man flaps his like Parkay
I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the
I make a rapper cry, cause I can get shuteye
While he's havin hard times rhymes
So he gnaws on my metaphors and dines on my
Which is the reason why I like to out and
hustle with my friends, to get away from
And copiers, so I'm na
To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what's down
And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get town
a clown
Other than that I'm with Joe, and
Watchin old Black Caesar flicks for
in the Wagoner we're outta here without an idea where
But we wind up there
I go over K-Cut's block raw cuts is what he blends

Check it, and I to hang out, and hustle with my friends...

Yo, I'm just out...
my friends

I'm just out...

And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL and Pete Rock
makin beats sharper than cleats
With my Griffy from the Cafe Black pros
out videos
And I speak my man Rob Leak
on the problems of the weak dumb and my man's deep
Like the kid from the named the Nas
Me and Che collect in bars
And I run through discotheques sound
Rich is profound, yellin free James Brown
We rush through, up to the and
up a storm in a swarm like we bought a farm
Nobody can get with the
we're out to shuffle they feet
without a of a doubt
From Flushing to the of New York in fact
Freshly dipped off the wack, but not to pan
In the got plans for the night
Everything's right, takin it
Preparin for the Tiffany's to be in
And everyday seems a day from the weekend
The pool never ends
(Yo the science is the tonight baby
Word I'm with
Always the
Nah but nuthin at your house!
I my house!)
And I like to hang out and with my friends