Luyện nghe bài hát One of The Last

Now than life is...how I'm coming out,
Rigorous,and vigorous,
You niggaz what I'm talking 'bout,
I cheeze and lettuce, and my wallet so fetish (fatish),
And I want to through like jerome bettis, (pro-status)
All this time I got on my mind, every dime,
I spend it on some weed and some time,
Drink o-e out the big-mouth,
My point is, I'll be in the cut trying to these snakes out
My house,

(chorus)
I'm one of the last sick niggaz that you've heard far,
You can bump me at your or while you're off that nitro in
car,
But I say that to say that I'm a super star, but if you get
High you can feel me no matter who you are,

(verse 2)
Nigga now I shit lyrics, but I use 'em, have your son
brotha lynch hung loopin',
They be off that talkin' 'bout,
"brotha be talkin' 'bout, sick shit I heard he ate his momma
Out,"
Now how('s) this muthaphukka 'gon some shit, about the brotha
Lynch hung 'cause he('s) in his song,
He say,"that nigga(z) shit(s) tight, but he shit",
He say,"god as my witness I heard he fucked bitches"
Which is to be wrong criticizing my love song,
You get the fuckin' with the brotha lynch hung,
Roll in formation, make intimidation, 'catch you on weed high',
(echo)
I you up like a pitch bent, feelin' dick hard, well you better
Get your then,
It gets thin, and I'm off black and mild shit,
Tall-can told me it was smooth and now I'm buyin' of it,
Trying to relax and deal with taxes,
'cause they be at my with them axes,
(and them) twenty is, in the back seat,
I'm me if I know]->licin' this,(lacing this)<-close enough!
Hope my muthaphukkin' momma ain't no sheisty bitch,
She want(s) to publish, all right cool,
She wants other shit, get off the hydro tube,
always think I talk about 'em 'cause I talk shit,
My worst nightmare is my bitch for trying to keep my grips,
I'm like mark spitz, I'll a channel for my shit then watch your
split,
I'm doing damage bitch, and while your heart switch(es) you
Better remember where you from bitch,