Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

Leave the hood, I but it got Cam twisted
When Mikey gon' get that butter or them biscuits?
still getting 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 liars and wires

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

Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, scattered
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He like it, kidnapped 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 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 80 bricks
Crib, to raid the shit, agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases never made 'em

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

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

Mobsters choppers, enough "dado"
Chicks duct tape 'em, turn 'em butt rape 'em
Grams cut, 'em, Cam hair cut, shave it
But bust on her hushes, like a lush Wes

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, over you, hork spit

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

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