Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I gotta leave, leave you
I could
I gotta leave the hood alone eventually
I know

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
Like she got no legs though, she kick 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 tires
Get ready for crack buyers, rap and trap wires

Thinking I'm awry, we I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society", think about
The snitch factor, now a big factor
Shit, life's a bitch watch ya 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 a fraternity, the bitch "Kappa"
He like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker

Now, not, she could of met a rich cracker
She get high, at McDees, they big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, 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, tried to raid the shit, agents on some shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never 'em stick

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

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

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

That's the hustle, I'm old school, you page 'em
Whatever hate 'em, won't do, touch, play 'em
Degrade 'em? talk slick, fuck it your all
Lay you in dog shit, look over you, spit

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

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