Luyện nghe bài hát Lost in Translation

Yeah, turn my headphones up just a more
Just a bit

Chillin' with my homies and we
All this potion I'm sippin', I ain't drivin'
a motherfucker, but we still survivin'
Colored people time, but nigga, we arrivin'
Chillin' my homies and we vibin'
All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain't
Life a motherfucker, but we still
Colored time, but nigga, we still arrivin' (Ayy, yeah, ayy)

1]
I'm like Andre pre-3K 'cause all I got is Benjamins
Y'all know the regiment
Rappin' like back in the day, yeah, you heard I say
From EBT and watchin' BET on my TV to CD
Now I got it like that, the boy brought it that
Yeah they bring it back
Like the sample from the '70s, I'm feelin' heavenly
up in Maryland and now my neighbor is Beverley
Even when Bobby Boy over the hill and 70
I'ma be packin' weaponry, I am the greatest alive
You already know it, I don't gotta say it, shit is telepathy
If you feel different, step to me
I've been ballin, shot-callin'
Droppin' heat back to while y'all stallin'
Y'all wanna ante up, but I'm
Climbin' the ladder, ain't no way I'm
Come here, my darlin', to the game
now, feel the pain
But I got a side bitch and that's
We love to make movies, I told you, reel
just how I feel
Tell me what I, me what I really wanna give for a life like this
No, the boy fade away
it day-to-day, everybody wanna hate straight-away
That's how we livin' in the world
I'm Louis, you C.K.
Was a outcast on the up back in the day
And now I'm more Andre post-3K, woo

Break it
it down
Break it down (Can I it?)
Break-break-break-break-break it

2]
Ayo, ayo
Fuck you like Cee-Lo, buck it I reload
Sippin' Pellegrino, shoot the shit like (Break it down)
In the cut like with everybody we know
We all in together like we in the '90s
And if you don't know 'bout that
Then you don't know rap shit, that's jack shit (Yeah)
You ain't got a nickel, son, yeah, I said that's Jack
You got a dime dog, you dropped it, that's rat shit
you in the back shit, ratchet
My style is impeccable and could match it
I'm Bruce terrorizin' Gotham, I'm batshit
I'm Kim Kardashian a hatchet
reshapin' this body of work, I'm an introvert
Wonder why I smoke dope, no wonder why I cope
(Break it down)
Far from evil, I'm like Spike Spiegel
A paid for retrieval
Bitches jumpin' to conclusions like Evil
Best believe you, bitch, leave you stranded
Try to dap me up
I'll leave you defeated and 'til the blood coagulated
I force the crowd to throw they hands up like
My God, a fuckin' animal
Sicker than givin' brain to Lecter
You come but I come correcter
Food for thought, but the lecture
Ayo, I kill the pussy, yeah I make cremate
I'm an screenplay in a world full of remakes
I record my shit the time, you need more than three takes
Lyrically, I'm on this fuckin' beat tape, my god

Break it

Break it

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Rattpack,
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