Luyện nghe bài hát Let's Grow

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

They call me 5-9 or, Mr. Always Ice Cold Wristed
Or Mr. None Of Your
Mr. Consistent In Conflict, for so dope
The hittin' nigga in show bid'ness

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

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

Taught me not to do it this, but to do it like that
Threw me all types of love and I threw it right
Though we don't as much, we never let the game consume us
'Cause we too real, my nigga Slim, let's

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
(Let's grow)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The insanest monster that came and
A game that to be full of trained impostors
I will not let you talk to me no way
is not what I'm here for, give me my money

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

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

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