Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone Pt2

BITCH! Uh!
Killa! Uh!
Bitch!
The Union(Uh huh!)
Harlem! Killa!
(Leave me alone.....I just to live my life)
2!

1]
I be Move........Get out the way
'cause I bricks, get out the yay
And 2 clips, I get out the play (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n' (Bla-kow!)
It's more shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The in our crimes, yours attempts
Attempt burglary, theft you just begun
I'm Grand Theft Auto, here, Larceny, Conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I don't the fun
But I get the dough, shit I splurger one
Now I know alotta styles, see
But listen, it child it's a done dee
I come to ya block, and style it's that one vee
Gators straight from Dundee+
No rubber sold, bastard
Fitted, Legitted, Classic+
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just to live my life)
Uh, That shit you don't move me nadda
The dudes with the Qs be
Uzi pop, you and choppers
It's truly lava, who we prosper
The game's a bitch, who we
The shoes, Louie products, Blah Blah
Santana, Zeek the koofie
We the shotta!
But really rude boys and rosters
When they all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I wish my homie watch me
Live happy days Tony and Chachi
I lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
and rollin' 'em
Cars, the repo are 'em
Acts black, we totally 'em
Even blood, he totally it
his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I open 'em
Brain in legs, coke and the dope in 'em

Killa!
Talkin' (Yo!), Smokin' Dust (Whoa!)
with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya bust
Get ya head
Fuck around dawg, get ya head
He talkin' fly (Yo!), I why (Whoa!)
with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head
Get ya head
Fuck dawg, get ya head bust

2]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I like to live my life)
I spend days on
Nights with
But I'm the like the Ice Man, Michael
I style on New York, power my
Dips, by the sun, ? York
Doggie, 'cause I weight, plus I push tapes
God I'm starvin' and I just ate
I wouldn't say I'm meano +Tha Carter+
I'm like the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I say Feed Me Seymour
I say Feed me Dame, Feed me (Billions!)
Epic, they to feed me detours (Pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, they me C-4
The way I blow up, the VS 4
You I'm GS4
You in a Lexus, I'm gon' forward
Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream
You want beef? We'll start a Gulf war
Lay ya ass down on God's Floor
We playin' Golf in the Of New Mexico
Tha to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you respect it tho
I to god you think I'm workin' for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day could blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, I come deck ya hoe
Killa! Bitch!