Luyện nghe bài hát Just Hangin' Out

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

I'm mainly for the rough raps
but kids steal my lyrics hubcaps
And eat em like stacks of like rugrats
HEY, and I get over unknown traps
While the next man flaps his lids Parkay
I'm in the field, so slide to the side
I make a cry, cause I can get some shuteye
While he's havin hard times rhymes
So he on my metaphors 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 Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what's goin down
And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get town
a clown
Other than that I'm Joe, and Burgles
old Black Caesar flicks for kicks
Jump in the Wagoner we're outta without an idea where
But usually we up there
I go over K-Cut's block cause raw cuts is what he

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

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

I'm just out...

And I be up in Mt. Vernon, piecein, with CL Smooth and Rock
makin beats that's sharper than
With my Grif from the Cafe Black pros
Checkin out
And I speak with my man Rob
on the problems of the weak and meek my man's deep
the kid from the named the rapper Nas
Me and Che collect money in
And I run through like sound
Royal Rich is profound, yellin James Brown
We through, up to the discotheque and
hustle up a storm in a swarm like we bought a
can get with the whereabout
Cause we're out to they feet
a shadow of a doubt
From Flushing to the of New York in fact
dipped off the wack, but not to pan grack
In the apartment got plans for the
Everything's right, it light
for the best Tiffany's to be in
And seems like a day from the weekend
The that never ends
(Yo the science is the Powerhouse tonight
Word I'm that
Always the
Nah but ain't nuthin at house!
I my house!)
And I like to out and hustle with my friends