Luyện nghe bài hát Just Hangin' Out

I'm just out...
I'm just out...

I'm mainly for the rough raps
but kids steal my lyrics like
And eat em like stacks of flapjacks rugrats
HEY, and I get busy over unknown
While the next man his lids like Parkay
I'm skilled in the field, so slide to the
I make a rapper cry, I can get some shuteye
While he's havin hard times rhymes
So he gnaws on my metaphors and on my lines
Which is the why I like to hang out and
with my friends, to get away from pens
And copiers, so I'm na
To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and goin down
And Joe with the Jetta, us to get around town
He's a
Other than that I'm Joe, and Burgles
Watchin old Caesar flicks for kicks
Jump in the we're outta here without an idea where
But usually we up there
I go over K-Cut's block cause raw is what he blends

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

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

I'm just out...

And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL and Pete Rock
makin beats that's sharper than
my Griffy Grif from the Cafe Black pros
Checkin out
And I speak my man Rob Leak
on the of the weak dumb and meek my man's deep
Like the kid from the named the Nas
Me and Che money in bars
And I run discotheques like sound
Royal Rich is profound, yellin James Brown
We rush through, up to the and
hustle up a in a swarm like we bought a farm
Nobody can get with the
Cause we're out to shuffle they
a shadow of a doubt
From to the streets of New York in fact
dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack
In the apartment got plans for the
Everything's right, takin it
for the best Tiffany's to be in
And everyday seems like a day the weekend
The that never ends
(Yo the is the Powerhouse tonight baby
Word I'm with
Always the
Nah but ain't at your house!
I my house!)
And I like to hang out and with my friends