Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

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

We kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's
But it backfired, air in the back
Get ready for buyers, rap liars and trap wires

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

Get dada, Michelle home school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, in the air, yeah, kids scattered
she joined a fraternity, the bitch "Kappa"
He like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker

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

He beat them cases up like Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a for these 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 promise this, you dealing a Communist
That'll pull the trigger on any nigga who a bitch
My accomplices, remain anonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm honest is

you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you like 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 tape 'em, 'em over butt rape 'em
Grams cut, shave 'em, Cam hair cut, it
But on her hushes, like a lush Wes Craven

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

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

They'll disguise the
Sent his friends for them ends, they had 'em the Benz
His was bugged, watch the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya moms know you, killa