Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

Statik
Playing through the ankles, man
Never sit down, I'ma stand up

Yo book a ticket to the tropics I'm through with all the shit
I'm living every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes cause I'm with the image
Abusing marijuana, sipping vintage for the time
My skills set is serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the cow's
Throw it on the grill, I'm cooking in the
Same shit that's on the grill me leather for the boot
If they make me take the stand then I'm through my teeth though
Ask to swear to God but in that I don't though
My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo
Hustle 'til my staying cheesy like a cheeto
on the bed pleasuring my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a hooker the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for your
So much to say it's so time and shitty
Queens the borough, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth get your split up like a philly
Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you feel me

I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I can't see the
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money inside my shorts

My life is a movie, Blizzard with the shottie
house or Rosie chilling in the lobby
Yes I'm living gnarly, the 40 ounce of
up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley
Double cut porterhouse from Luger's
Ruger for intruders hand to hand made by the
Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, style is piss mothafucka
Time to flip the mattress, kick it as Cassius
My mind is than Mariusz Pudzianows
Obvious to see I'm a straight off the couch
You rapping with a blouse, you get slapped up side the
By the Zangief look-a-like, always cooking right
Spray the vinegar to up a yummy
Smoking got me like the sky is high and sunny
Attachment on the nozzle make the fire funny
Never stop until my body diving in a pile of

I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm looking for a so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

I'm already smoking like a
You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, flow twat
Many hours, one man standing, one
From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun
Cause I'm one the Earth, eyes red
Mothafucka been blunted since birth, age 9
Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair
Fuck tomorrow, money in the fast way

I'm moving forward nothing's gonna be the same
Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm the gat
Somebody save me, cause I don't wanna go to
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo
But I'm here, stuck inside my
I'm have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
(We never talk there was a when there wasn't enough words to say)