Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I gotta leave, leave you
Wish I
I gotta leave the alone eventually right?
I know

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

We can't 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 trap

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

Get dada, Michelle from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
she joined 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, worked at McDees, big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, Titus arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the can't indict us

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

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

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

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

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

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

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