Luyện nghe bài hát Just Hangin' Out

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

I'm mainly known for the rough
but kids steal my lyrics hubcaps
And eat em like stacks of flapjacks rugrats
HEY, and I get over unknown traps
While the next man flaps his lids like
I'm in the field, so slide to the side
I make a rapper cry, cause I can get shuteye
While havin hard times writin rhymes
So he gnaws on my and dines on my lines
Which is the reason why I like to 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 the Jetta, enables us to get around town
He's a
Other than I'm with Joe, and Burgles
Watchin old Caesar flicks for kicks
Jump in the Wagoner we're here without an idea where
But usually we up there
I go over block cause raw cuts is what he blends

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

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

I'm hangin out...

And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Pete
makin that's sharper than cleats
With my Griffy Grif from the Black pros
Checkin out
And I speak with my man Rob
on the problems of the weak dumb and meek my deep
Like the kid the named the rapper Nas
Me and Che money in bars
And I run through discotheques sound
Royal Rich is profound, yellin James Brown
We through, up to the discotheque and
hustle up a storm in a swarm we bought a farm
Nobody can get with the
Cause out to shuffle they feet
without a shadow of a
From Flushing to the streets of New in fact
Freshly off the wack, but not to pan grack
In the got plans for the night
Everything's right, takin it
Preparin for the best to be in
And everyday like 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