Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Nice

[Verse 1: Thought]

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

[Verse 2: MF
Straight and narrow, as the flight of a
Stalking through the jungle have you as a pharoah with a bad toe
Seat up in a up Camaro
How you supposed to shoot for the with one arrow?
And no bow. Don't blow hibachi
Look like a Ferrari 'cept its only a
Troopered out, but to go the stupid route
Catheter on and a half of a moon in a putrid
the name out
Heck, check the
there where it say "who catch wreck and kept it raw"
Accepted in the of Allah, a leopard's paw
it, and stepped it like (?)
I ask later
Villain, the in a mask for the paper
the cake on a light rice bowl
Wouldn't waste a wait on a date off the pole
Dice roll, like he know magic, hat trick
Writing flows that make Mikey go spastic
It's so drastic, pass the quick
get your monkey-ass kicked for no plastic
Take it all back in a tall pack, don't stack,
Hit him if you need some crack, go pro-black
That's the price for a tad of bad
At least he got fat and he mad nice