Luyện nghe bài hát Red Light District

Yeh, ohh!
Check me out,

It goes love, hate, pleasure and
Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the (what up?)
And last album, they don't like me to tell
Debuted at #1 and sold more than Elvis (shut up!)
That's what they tellin me, up your melody
with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies
So can lock us up one at a time
But true writers stay FREE in one of our lines
And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the
I'll KNOCK rappers off your list I get to the top!
you lookin at a man that's financially stable
Only gettin checks cut from four different labels
Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts
Still I walk around the streets like I'm as FUCK
So if you see me in town and I appear to be moody
cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty
Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for
And UP! Ludacris is almost out of his deal
I'm over ten sold, every album is CRACK
And for now I'm to carry Def Jam on my BACK
Mad rappers I you talkin way down at the bottom
Though I make big money, still handle small
The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY SHIT
I'm the best and I ain't got SAY THAT SHIT!