Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
late night, with ya in ya crib sneaker
when you out of town, and you not
your ass over like a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd youngn
I got and a lot of rounds coming
up in the where you not allowed, runnin
got the songs ride around hummin
and the stay thumpin
and the haters hate
got the 808s
so the stay thumpin
and the n-gga get only on occasion in
my mind too
damn thought weed supposed to calm you
but Im so I can palm two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the Lords
you n-ggas less rhymes hooks
more bucks but love
you hear them drums,
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock sidelines like a suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah boat shoes
now Im in the game but I wont boast to you
n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honeys, and the liquor
and bitch I sound like any other n-gga
my finger on the trigger
I rappers like Henny on the liver
grant death wishes like a genie Ima
Lord and he taketh like an Indian giver
hard to keep in zipper
when you got them bad Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like Henny but the prefer Nuvo.

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

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

As I step in the toe Fe fi foe
with the heat like flow and the typo
rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight
get murked 8 like Jon and Kate
I mean its for the face off
hit the corner like an 8
me not like adorf
no for I had a get a day job
me on the you aint even on the radar
never bring it but I never been a fiend for her ways
so Im get the cream til Im silly paid
couldnt put her on the team, every week another
thats fiend like Mays
gotta grind focus
gotta through the minds of the blind light the hopeless
never confined to the rhymes Ive chosen
moment of silence the Times gotta this!