Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
late night, with ya wife in ya sneaker
when you out of town, and you not
turn your ass like a n-gga stepped out of bounds
around youngn
I got ammo and a lot of rounds
up in the streets you not allowed, runnin
got the songs bitches ride hummin
and the n-ggas stay
and the haters hate
got the bumpin
so the stay thumpin
and the n-gga get high only on in
my too wild
damn thought weed supposed to you down
but Im so I can palm two clouds
boy look, these quote my lines like the Lords book
you n-ggas less more hooks
more bucks but love
you them drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock sidelines like a suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat
now Im in the but I wont boast to you dummy
remember n-ggas had short jokes for my
toast to the honeys, and the liquor
and bitch I dont sound like any n-gga
my finger on the trigger
I rappers like Henny on the liver
grant death wishes like a genie Ima
Lord giveth and he taketh like an giver
hard to jimmy in zipper
you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like Henny but the hoes Nuvo.

Check, every time a roll,
old school (?) and its on (?)
on me when I enter the door
if a n-gga wanna trip, good on the chrome
empty out a clip from the then Im gone
twist up a spliff, get a fifth of
hate a chick who just sh-t on the phone

Im tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you I would hate him
hot August nights Im out in Vegas
stuntin til time, had that
now its big faces, fly
alias stacks
miss shows, call back
blowin Dro tall cats
on the low had to back
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 typo
better rewrite yo, get your straight
get murked plus 8 Jon and Kate
I mean its for the face off
hit the corner an 8 ball
me not concentrate like
no for I had a get a day job
me on the you aint even on the radar
bring it but I never been a fiend for her silly ways
so Im tryna get the til Im silly paid
couldnt put her on the team, every another reason
fiend like Billy Mays
gotta grind gotta
gotta shine through the minds of the light the hopeless
never confined to the rhymes that Ive
of silence the Times gotta quote this!