Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

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

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

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

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 it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker

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

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

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

Honestly you thought I quit like Tom
Conglomerate, you like Ramadan honor it
Y'all won't eat, I'm unloading a and pasta
Y'all imposters, imposing my posture, I

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

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

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

They'll the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, had 'em like the Benz
His was bugged, watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya moms won't know you,