Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real though who got sent
Flown on the edge, got the ledge out of the window
chest witcha winderous fearaf?
Around you'll be hemps inside of a meal sack
Puny little bucks hit the jake
But that mean nothin' to the heart within
You cramped up you and your team, I'm up
And you can't dib me

My shine, what the is on mind?
weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated, they do it
Not only did I penetrate it I ran it
My comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or inside of my
intention that we have is vast
You sick, a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your

Oh well, then comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your friends
Now party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal, I'm in completely
It's rap time for you, means nap time
Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma clap
songs of 6 pence it's intense
Surpise at the end like the sixth sense

hitters knockin' shit out the park
You couldn't even really play me why did you start
sharp blades laced with bleach
You wanna around kid, I'm not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the park or your
Put on headphones, tell me how grenades sound
Put on walkmase and go underneath the town
Q-Tip how I gets down

All my bitches, dance if you that you dam sure
Let your drip on the dance floor if you
Get
That, that gats
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they
Get

Blick, sick
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on your foot
And blow up the spot for all of you 'cuz how we
Get

Comin' the brand new quickly we pan to
The young black man with to ban you
Seems that people need an aid
So many fade away, so many to stay
I really 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act raps so they cop rings
Or maybe when they was young
They was fronted on and left alone to they own fun
Now all grown up to be
I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the

You dangling from peach trees
While I sip my in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it
Drippin' out that's converted to hems and then
People be hummin' it now to they next to kin
My is starvin', you know they want me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
Send a check in my to my office
Mutombo in the lane, yo I it
comin' through witness the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off