Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam
When gon' get that butter or them damn biscuits?
Mother still high, she so damn gifted
Like she got no 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 Cam's
But it backfired, air in the back
Get ready for crack buyers, rap and trap wires

Thinking I'm awry, we thinking I'm
Watch "Menace II Society", think Chauncey
The snitch factor, now it's a big
Shit, life's a watch 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 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 they the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us

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

Yo, I can promise this, you dealing 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

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

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

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

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

They'll the slugs
his friends 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 won't know you, killa