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
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 and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours
Attempt burglary, attempt you just begun
I'm Grand Auto, rackets here, Larceny, Conspiracy
Murder one, electric chair I deserve the fun
But I get the dough, I might splurger one
Now I know alotta styles, see
But listen, it child it's a done dee
I come to ya block, stop and it's that one vee
Gators from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, bastard
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just to live my life)
Uh, That you talk don't move me nadda
The dudes the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and
truly lava, who knew we prosper
The a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah
Santana, the koofie popper
We the shotta!
But it's rude boys and rosters
When they all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I my homie could watch me
Live happy days Tony and Chachi
I stay lonely and
(DICE!!!)
Rollin' and 'em
Cars, the are towin' 'em
Acts black, we totally 'em
Even blood, he totaled it
Plus his life, he totaled it
But any girl I get I totally 'em
Brain in they legs, coke and the in 'em

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

2]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I just to live my life)
I spend on kawasakis
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 push weight, plus I tapes
God damn I'm starvin' and I ate
I wouldn't say I'm meano with Carter+
I'm more like the plant in +Little Of Horrors+
But I don't say Feed Me
I say Feed me Dame, me Leeyor (Billions!)
Epic, used 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 tour
You want beef? We'll a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass on God's Green Floor
We playin' in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you respect it tho
I swear to god you I'm workin' for +Texaco+
And ya section when any day Techs could blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come ya hoe
Killa! Bitch!