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 then shrimps, it's whores and pimps (pimps)
The difference in our crimes, attempts
Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just
I'm Grand Theft Auto, rackets here, Larceny,
Murder one, chair I don't deserve the fun
But I get the dough, shit I might one
Now I alotta styles, some see
But listen, stop it child it's a dee
I come to ya block, stop and style that one vee
Gators from +Crocodile Dundee+
No rubber sold, bastard
Fitted, Legitted, +Hardwood
Killa! Uh!
(Leave me alone.....I just like to my life)
Uh, That shit you talk don't move me
The with the Qs be proper
Uzi pop, you news and
It's lava, who knew we prosper
The game's a bitch, who we
The shoes, Louie products, Groupie Blah
Santana, Zeek the popper
We the shotta!
But it's really rude boys and
When trendin' all the girls, excuse me shoppa
I wish my homie could me
Live happy days Tony and Chachi
I lonely and cocky
(DICE!!!)
and rollin' 'em
Cars, the are towin' 'em
Acts black, we totally 'em
Even blood, he totaled it
Plus his life, he totally it
But any I get I totally open 'em
Brain in they legs, and the dope in 'em

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

2]
Killa! Yo uh..
(Leave me alone....I like to live my life)
I days on kawasakis
Nights Lewinskies
But I'm the like the Ice Man, Kiplenski
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 wouldn't say I'm meano with +Tha
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 used to feed me (Pfft!)
Roc-A-Fella, feed 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 Stream tour
You want beef? We'll a Gulf Stream war
Lay ya ass on God's Green Floor
We Golf in the Gulf Of New Mexico
Tha to be the boss, you gotta respect it, ho
My gas game you gotta it tho
I swear to god you think I'm for +Texaco+
And ya section know when any day Techs blow
Hit 'em from head to toe, When I come ya hoe
Killa! Bitch!