Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted
When Mikey gon' get that butter or damn biscuits?
Mother still getting high, she so damn
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

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

Get dada, Michelle home school, her man Rich slapped her
Kitch scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch

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

He beat them cases up like Mike '86
That's why it's like I got a for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to the shit, agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them cases 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, they remain
And gon stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is

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

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

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

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

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 Doe you, ya moms won't know you, killa