Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I gotta leave, leave you
Wish I
I gotta leave the 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 getting high, she so gifted
she got no legs though, she can't kick it

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

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

Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He ain't like it, 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, Titus gained
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 80 bricks
Crib, tried to raid the shit, agents on some hater
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 nigga who bomb a
My accomplices, remain anonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm honest is

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

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

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

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

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