Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

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

Yo book a ticket to the cause I'm through with all the shit
That I'm living day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened the image
marijuana, sipping vintage for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the back
Throw it on the grill, I'm in the stew
Same shit that's on the grill gave me leather for the
If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my though
Ask to swear to God but in that I believe though
My man Stevie Mo playing safety for
Hustle 'til my fingers staying cheesy like a
Shorty on the bed my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, lyrical
Drug roll precise, like a hooker the dice
Butcher the knife, you get tooken for your life
So to say it's so little time and shitty
Killer the borough, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get split up like a philly
through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

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

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

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the
Eyes blurry from the smoke, I see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm 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, inside my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of stuffed inside my shorts

I'm already like a gunshot
You know the fuzzy light green, call it Dunlop, nun's twat
hours, one man standing, one spot
From the morning to the mothafuckin' sun
Cause I'm one with the Earth, red
Mothafucka I've blunted since birth, age 9
Mom dukes kept the gun in the purse, to the hair spray
tomorrow, money coming in the fast way

I'm moving forward cause nothing's be the same
Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane
heavy, bottle in my lap
I'm looking for a so I'm modeling the gat
save 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 a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
(We talk there was a time when there wasn't enough words to say)