Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Grow

Real niggaz
First of all, what's my 5-9
Yeah, I got for you
I got somethin' for you,

They call me Royce 5-9 or, Mr. Always Ice Wristed
Or Mr. Of Your Business
Mr. In Conflict, for so dope lyrics
The hittin' nigga in show bid'ness

Came in this with a pissy-ass attitude
Arrogant like, shut up, that you a trick
I wasn't happy before, but I'm today
I'm rappin' today, lookin' to get a in my day

So I met this white boy one
Who turned out to be the illest being I ever heard in my life
He took me under his wing, and me some things
And molded me into a pro the flow was mean

me not to do it like this, but to do it like that
Threw me all types of love and I it right back
Though we don't talk as much, we let the game consume us
'Cause we too real, my nigga Slim, grow

Let us grow up, now we got
We stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my
And you all who you are
(Let's grow)

Let us up, now we got here
We can't here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my
And you all who you are

Yeah, 5-9 or, twelve men in one
as explosive as them shells in your gun
Mr. Quick To Pull A On You just for your loot
Mr. Mr. Mr. Quick To Swing On You he shoot

I'm the finest tuned rappin' machine a scene
Since, way back when was only rappin' in Queens
Suck my balls if you competin' me homeboy
I don't dream, I'm the type to be homeboy

Sucka free is like a religion I and serve
And more in words, a song witchu, what's in it?
Y'all niggaz is all and your jewels is rented
And your diamonds is all dark, they blue but tinted

I would never kill none of y'all, I ain't that
But I will the shit out you, I ain't that cool
You even gotta greet me when you see, matter of fact
You better give me five feet when you see me, where you at? Let's

Let us up, now we got here
We can't here, we too far
All my niggaz, y'all my
And you all who you are
(Let's grow)

Let us up, now we got here
We can't here, we too far
All my niggaz, my niggaz
And you all who you are

Royce 5-9 or, one nigga
Bitches that with me that the cum gets quicker
Mr. Always Got Some Or A Pistol
Rather you than chill witchu and will hitchu

The insanest that came and conquered
A game that remains to be of trained impostors
I not let you niggaz talk to me no way
This is not what I'm for, give me my money

Fagots only attract fagots, and that's
You rap rat, you roaches and black maggots
Feelin' my heat, I talk shit from the moment I up
Turn right around and talk shit in my sleep, grow

Let us grow up, now we got
We stop here, we too far
All my niggaz, my niggaz
And you all who you are

Let us grow up, now we got
We can't here, we too far
All my niggaz, my niggaz
And you all who you are