Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam
When Mikey gon' get that butter or damn biscuits?
Mother still getting high, she so 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 crack buyers, rap liars and wires

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

Get dada, home from school, her man Rich slapped her
scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
'Cause she 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
they train the buyers, we the cleanest can't indict us

He them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why it's like I got a for these 80 bricks
Crib, to raid the shit, agents 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 who bomb a bitch
My accomplices, remain anonymous
And they gon stay there, I swear, I'm honest is

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

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

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

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

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