Luyện nghe bài hát Not Enough Words

Statik
through the broken ankles, man
Never sit down, cause stand up

Yo book a ticket to the tropics cause I'm with all the shit
That I'm living day, in the mirror saying why me?
Hide my 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 teeth
Ask to swear to God but in that I don't believe
My man Stevie Mo safety for Toledo
Hustle 'til my fingers cheesy like a cheeto
Shorty on the bed my pee pee
crew TCN, lyrical graffiti
Drug roll precise, like a hooker with the
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 up like a philly
Running through the maze I'm Willie, you gotta feel me

I'm forward cause nothing's gonna 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
save me, cause I don't wanna go to jail
I'd rather be up in the mansion for the Polo
But I'm here, inside my thoughts
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 living gnarly, the 40 of Barley
Open up and fill 'em with a bunch of Marley
Double cut porterhouse straight Luger's
for intruders hand to hand made by the duelers
Ginger ale in glasses, your style is piss mothafucka
Time to flip the mattress, kick it swift as
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, always cooking right
Spray the to tighten up a yummy
Smoking got me squinting like the sky is high and
Attachment on the make the iron fire funny
Never stop until my diving in a pile of money

I'm moving forward cause nothing's gonna be the
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 be up in the mansion for the Polo sale
But I'm here, inside my thoughts
I'm have a bag of money stuffed inside my shorts

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

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 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 Polo
But I'm here, stuck my thoughts
I'm tryna have a bag of money stuffed my shorts
(We never talk was a time when there wasn't enough words to say)