Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I gotta leave, leave you
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 them damn
Mother still getting high, she so gifted
Like she got no legs though, she kick 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 back
Get ready for crack buyers, rap liars and trap

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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