Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
late night, ya wife in ya crib sneaker
when you out of town, and you not
turn your ass over like a stepped out of bounds
crowd youngn
I got ammo and a lot of rounds
up in the streets you not allowed, runnin
got the songs bitches ride around
and the n-ggas thumpin
and the hate pumpin
got the 808s
so the stay thumpin
and the get high only on occasion in
my mind too
damn weed supposed to calm you down
but Im so I can palm two clouds
boy look, these quote my lines like the Lords book
you n-ggas less rhymes more
more bucks but less
you hear them drums,
no Roots, Im so
I used to sidelines like a coat suit
had to at all them loafers, yeah them boat shoes
now Im in the game but I wont boast to you
remember n-ggas had short jokes for my
toast to the honeys, and the liquor
and bitch I dont sound like any n-gga
with my finger on the
I burn rappers like Henny on the
grant death like a genie Ima killer
Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian
hard to keep jimmy in
when you got them bad Anne with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like but the hoes prefer Nuvo.

Check, every a n-gga roll,
old (?) and its sittin on (?)
hoes on me when I enter the
if a wanna trip, good grip on the chrome
empty out a clip from the fifth then Im
up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron
hate a who just talk sh-t on the phone

baby Im tryna stick, give ya to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you n-gga I would him
hot August nights Im out there in
til time, had that patience
now its big faces, fly
alias stacks
miss shows, never back
Dro sippin tall cats
on the low had to crawl
n-ggas if its all raps
or its all

As I in the toe like Fe fi foe
with the heat like flow and the beat
better rewrite yo, get your rhyming
get plus 8 like Jon and Kate
I its time for the face off
hit the corner an 8 ball
me not like adorf
no for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you aint even on the
never bring it but I never a fiend for her silly ways
so Im tryna get the cream til Im silly
couldnt put her on the team, week another reason
thats fiend like Billy
gotta grind gotta
gotta shine through the minds of the blind the hopeless
confined to the rhymes that Ive chosen
moment of the Times gotta quote this!