Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Nice

[Verse 1: Thought]

Now ever since I can remember I been living blue
Searching for something, to make a few dollars
I was too polished, and never on the fly list
Them shorties used to me I needed a new stylist
My birthdays
Instead of me a promise
My mom, was honest
"Yo, we ain't got it"
Better be a scholar
Trying to make, son outta, the of the hood
That be the ghetto mater
Its a drawn out saga, like The Godfather
Coming up this hard, it made a nigga solid
Now I be the top shotter, of a Rottweiler
The boss that learned to move as Asaad
I don't take for granted, I'm strong single-handed
And I quick to panic, but I can't lift the planet
My one and only concern is ya'll understand it
If understood, then good, I'm taking this advantage
I've been for them cameras, the stage is mine
I'm up, but I still got a ways to climb
It ain't a reason I should fall off or my grind
I'll be alright, as long as I heed the signs
on!
I just fly, can't get away
This type of happens everyday
(This funny, so don't you dare laugh)

[Verse 2: MF
Straight and narrow, as the of a sparrow
Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a with a bad toe
Seat up in a beat up
How you supposed to shoot for the with one arrow?
And no bow. Don't blow your
like a Ferrari 'cept its only a mirage
Troopered out, but choose to go the route
Catheter on and a of a moon in a putrid mouth
Keep the out
Heck, the repertoire
Right there where it say "who catch and kept it raw"
Accepted in the name of Allah, a paw
Swept it, and stepped it (?)
I ask later
Villain, the in a mask for the paper
Spent the cake on a light bowl
Wouldn't waste a on a date off the lice pole
roll, it's like he know magic, hat trick
Writing flows that make little go spastic
so drastic, pass the cash quick
Don't get monkey-ass kicked for no plastic
Take it all back in a pack, don't stack, bozack
Hit him if you need more crack, go pro-black
That's the price for a tad of bad
At least he got fat 20's and he mad