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 tropics cause I'm through with all the
That I'm every day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my eyes cause I'm sickened the image
Abusing marijuana, sipping for the time being
My skills set is very serious, in
Spit a wild rap, carve a steak right off the back
it on the grill, I'm cooking in the stew
Same shit that's on the grill me leather 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 playing safety for
Hustle 'til my fingers staying like a cheeto
Shorty on the bed my pee pee
Smart TCN, lyrical graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the
with the knife, you get tooken for your life
So much to say it's so little and shitty
Queens the borough, New York be the city
Coming crazy out your mouth will get your split up like a
Running through the maze I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

I'm moving forward cause nothing's 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 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

My life is like a movie, with the shottie
Hookah house or Rosie chilling in the
Yes I'm gnarly, the 40 ounce of Barley
Open up cigars and fill 'em with a bunch of
Double cut porterhouse straight Luger's
for intruders 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 with a blouse, you get up side the mouth
By the Zangief look-a-like, Bronson always right
Spray the to tighten up a yummy
Smoking got me squinting like the sky is and sunny
Attachment on the nozzle the iron fire funny
Never stop my body diving in a pile of money

I'm moving forward cause gonna be the same
blurry from the smoke, I can't see the lane
Swerving heavy, in my lap
I'm looking for a problem so I'm 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, inside my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed my shorts

I'm smoking like a gunshot
You know the fuzzy light green, it Dunlop, flow nun's twat
hours, one man standing, one spot
From the morning to the sun drop
I'm one with the Earth, eyes red
Mothafucka I've been 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
blurry from 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, cause I wanna go to jail
I'd be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, stuck inside my
I'm tryna a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts
(We never talk there was a time when there wasn't enough to say)