Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

Statik
Playing the broken ankles, man
Never sit down, I'ma stand 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?
my eyes cause I'm sickened with the image
Abusing marijuana, vintage for the time being
My skills set is serious, in fact
Spit a wild rap, a steak right off the cow's back
it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew
Same that's on the grill gave me leather for the boot
If they make me take the stand then I'm lying through my though
Ask to swear to God but in I don't believe though
My man Stevie Mo playing for Toledo
Hustle 'til my fingers staying like a cheeto
Shorty on the bed my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, lyrical
Drug precise, like a hooker with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for life
So much to say it's so time and shitty
Killer Queens the borough, New be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a
through the maze like I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

I'm moving cause nothing's gonna be the same
Eyes blurry the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm for a problem so I'm modeling the gat
Somebody save me, I don't wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck inside my
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my

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

I'm forward cause nothing's gonna be the same
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 save me, cause I don't wanna go to
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the sale
But I'm here, inside my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of stuffed inside my shorts

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

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the
Eyes from the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, 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 inside my
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed inside my
(We never talk there was a time when there enough words to say)