Luyện nghe bài hát Off Hiatus

Not even they can me now
heavy flying overhead
they words cant bring me down
boy I've been raised the dead dead dead

Kim with shells in wells fargo
laughing waiting to go these withdrawals
my chick bad with class she sharp tho
name brand she worser than marlo
grey charcoal four gallardo
dark low on like fuck haraldo
for I'm strapped with napalm
run in the biggest bank like this take long
we don't want your money we comin for straight
so stay calm, no off spray will off
so bug off or get off
my chucks soft becaro plush loft
trucks porsche meeting with drug lords
discuss sauce, of powder need much more (early)
niggas act when they deals
ran to the dealer for the same as seinfield
i got a thats corrupted like klienfield
go to way its a must that you grind still
back of my mind still
drunk at a as a make a bottle of wine spill
fresh off my hiatus, hi
reckless i bust a rhyme or violator
squares you ever bought was now and laters
once you buzzing, the hoes comin,
American dreams came through
i swore id til i was dead
i heard the streets were with gold
what my father said
corsie off some new shit, it from breakin two bricks
bosses take losses and workers make excuses
every verse is exclusive, every is abusive, pay a third if you used it
get a bird, you can move it, thats what I'm bout
on a mountain I'm so far like a couch nigga
crack the g give 10% to the house nigga
get on shit n'other rappers spit, its a drought nigga
slippers, margiela smoke jacket
niggas wanna get money they got a broke habit
gotta toke habit, and low fabric
you had a shot its too late, no
the strip dry, need wet work, wrappin that caine
it was bustin the first,
the second she fussin, i be under the next
network, flew me to mexico, the
left the presie, took the marina, terrace around the corner can the arena
known to hook up a diva, celine bag on my hena, jeremy her adidas, she living single
just who your friends and associates,
before you ride out you better know who you rollin
no need to hide out as long as appropriate
ballin like he mike, .45 you approach em wit
dreams came through somehow
i id chase til i was dead
i heard the streets were with gold
what my father said