Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real though who got sent
on the edge, got the ledge hangin' out of the window
Bird witcha winderous fearaf?
Around be hemps meat inside of a meal sack
little bucks better hit the jake
But doesn't 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 your
weakling rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers motivated, they can't do it
Not did I penetrate it I ran through it
My music comes on and we at the dance
Inside of your mind or of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is
You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on

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

Heavy hitters knockin' shit out the
You couldn't really play tell me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades with bleach
You wanna around 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 that you dam sure
Let your drip on the dance if you wanna
Get
That, that gats
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz wanna
Get

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

with the brand new quickly we pan to
The black man with intentions to ban you
that people need an aid today
So many fade away, so fiend to stay
I really rhyme I feel I should say things
While the act raps just so they cop rings
Or because 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 swing from peach trees
While I sip my in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it
out gems 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 name to my
Mutombo in the lane, yo I it
comin' through witness the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off