Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

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

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

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

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

All my bitches, dance if you know 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, piano
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on your foot
And up the spot for all of you 'cuz that's how we
Get

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

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

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off