Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam
When Mikey get that butter or them damn biscuits?
Mother still high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no legs though, she kick it

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

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

Get dada, home from school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
she joined a fraternity, the bitch "Kappa"
He like 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 the fighters, Titus gained arthritis
Cops they the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us

He beat cases 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 shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases made 'em stick

Yo, I can promise this, you dealing 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 honest is

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

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

That's the hustle, I'm old school, you page 'em
Whatever love hate 'em, do, touch, play 'em
Degrade talk slick, fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, over you, hork spit

Beef on Bobby block, where 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, bombs

They'll disguise the
Sent his friends for ends, they 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,