Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I leave, leave you alone
I could
I gotta the hood alone eventually right?
I don't

Leave the hood, I but it got Cam twisted
When Mikey gon' get that butter or damn biscuits?
Mother still high, she so damn gifted
she got no legs though, she can't kick it

We kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's
But it backfired, air in the tires
Get for crack buyers, rap liars and trap wires

Thinking I'm awry, we I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society", think about
The factor, now it's a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch ya shit for you pitch after

Get dada, home from school, her man Rich slapped her
scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He ain't it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker

Now, Rich not, she of met a rich cracker
She get high, worked at McDees, big mac'ed her
train the fighters, Titus gained arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the cleanest indict us

He beat them cases up like Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a license for these 80
Crib, to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em

Yo, I can promise this, you dealing with a
That'll the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices, they remain
And they gon there, I swear, I'm what honest is

Honestly you thought I quit Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan it
Y'all eat, I'm unloading a lobster and pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture, I

with choppers, enough "dado"
Chicks tape 'em, turn 'em over butt rape 'em
Grams cut, shave 'em, Cam hair cut, it
But bust on her hushes, like a lush Wes

That's the hustle, I'm old school, you must 'em
Whatever love 'em, won't do, touch, play 'em
'em? talk slick, fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you, hork

Beef on block, right where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop, skate like Tony Hawk
Over short paper, play a O for very
"Fourth of July", M80's, bombs

They'll the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em the Benz
His eyes was bugged, the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya moms know you, killa