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 tropics cause I'm with all the shit
That I'm every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes I'm sickened with the image
Abusing marijuana, sipping for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in
Spit a wild rap, carve a right off the cow's back
it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew
Same shit that's on the grill gave me for the boot
If they make me take the stand then I'm lying my teeth though
Ask to swear to God but in that I don't though
My man Stevie Mo safety for Toledo
'til my fingers staying cheesy like a cheeto
Shorty on the bed my pee pee
Smart crew TCN, lyrical
Drug roll precise, like a with the dice
Butcher with the knife, you get tooken for life
So much to say so little time and shitty
Killer Queens the borough, New York be the
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up a philly
Running through the maze like I'm Willie, you feel me

I'm moving forward nothing's gonna be the same
blurry 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 mansion for the Polo
But I'm here, stuck inside my
I'm tryna have a bag of stuffed inside my shorts

My life is a movie, Blizzard with the shottie
Hookah house or chilling in the lobby
Yes I'm gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley
Open up cigars and 'em with a bunch of Marley
Double cut porterhouse from Luger's
Ruger for hand to hand made by the duelers
Ginger ale in Knick's glasses, style is piss mothafucka
Time to flip the mattress, kick it as Cassius
My mind is stronger Mariusz Pudzianows
Obvious to see I'm a straight off the couch
You rapping a blouse, you get slapped up side the mouth
By the look-a-like, Bronson always cooking right
Spray the to tighten up a yummy
got me squinting like 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 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 me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the sale
But I'm here, stuck inside my
I'm tryna have a bag of money inside my shorts

I'm already smoking like a
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
I've been blunted since birth, age 9
Mom kept the gun in the purse, next to the hair spray
Fuck tomorrow, coming in the fast way

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 for a problem 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 have a bag of stuffed inside my shorts
(We never talk there was a time when there wasn't enough to say)