Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

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

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

Oh well, then here the gelatin
Tips on some but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your is completely blown
Real is Kamal, I'm in completely zone
It's rap time for you, that means nap
Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma mine
Singin songs of 6 pence it's
Surpise your at the end like the sense

Heavy hitters knockin' out the park
You couldn't even really play tell me why did you
Spittin' sharp blades laced with
You wanna play kid, I'm not a walk at the beach
A stroll in the or your playground
Put on your headphones, tell me how sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the
abstract how I gets down

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

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

with 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 rhyme 'cuz I feel I say things
the fraudulent act raps just 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 you the rope will you tie up the lassos

You swing dangling from peach
I sip my Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so the pen it keeps
Drippin' out gems that's converted to hems and
People be hummin' it now to they next to kin
My family is starvin', you know they me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
Send a check in my name to my
in the lane, yo I toss it
Abstract comin' through the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off