Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

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

We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van it
wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket
But it backfired, air in the back
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and wires

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

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

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

He beat them up like Mike 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 never made 'em stick

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

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

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

the hustle, I'm old school, you must page 'em
Whatever love hate 'em, won't do, touch, 'em
Degrade talk slick, fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, over you, hork spit

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

They'll disguise the
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