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 it's 2 clips, I get out the (man!)
Fo a few chips, I get out n' (Bla-kow!)
It's then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, yours
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you 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, and style it's that one vee
straight from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, hardwood
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to my life)
Uh, That shit you talk don't me nadda
The dudes with the Qs be
Uzi pop, you and choppers
truly lava, who knew we prosper
The a bitch, who we gotta
The shoes, Louie products, Blah Blah
Santana, the koofie popper
We the shotta!
But it's really boys and rosters
When they trendin' all the girls, excuse me
I wish my could watch me
Live happy days like and Chachi
I lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
Rollin' and 'em
Cars, the repo are 'em
Acts black, we total 'em
Even blood, he totally it
his life, he totally totaled it
But any girl I get I open 'em
Brain in they legs, 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 fly (Yo!), I wonder why (Whoa!)
with us? (No! No! No!)
Get ya head
Get ya bust
Fuck dawg, get ya head bust

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, Michael
I on New York, power my fort
Dips, consorted by the sun, ?
Doggie, 'cause I weight, plus I push tapes
God damn I'm and I just ate
I say I'm meano with +Tha Carter+
I'm more the plant in +Little Shop Of Horrors+
But I don't say Me Seymour
I say me Dame, Feed me Leeyor (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' stream
Up in the sky on the Gulf Stream
You want We'll start a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass down on God's Green
We Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha Cost to be the boss, you gotta 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 head to toe, I come deck ya hoe
Killa! Bitch!