Luyện nghe bài hát Leave Me Alone Pt2

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

1]
I be Move........Get out the way
I move 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 then shrimps, it's whores and (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt you just begun
I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny,
one, electric chair I don't deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might one
Now I know alotta styles, see
But listen, stop it it's a done dee
I come to ya block, stop and it's that one vee
Gators straight from Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I like to live my life)
Uh, That shit you don't move me nadda
The dudes the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and
It's lava, who knew we prosper
The a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, products, Groupie Blah Blah
Santana, Zeek the popper
We the shotta!
But it's really rude boys and
When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me
I wish my homie could me
happy days like Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and
(DICE!!!)
and rollin' 'em
Cars, the repo are 'em
black, we totally total 'em
Even blood, he totally it
Plus his life, he totaled it
But any I get I totally open 'em
Brain in legs, coke and the dope in 'em

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

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