Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
late night, with ya wife in ya crib
you out of town, and you not around
turn your ass over like a n-gga stepped out of
crowd youngn
I got ammo and a lot of coming
up in the streets where you not allowed,
got the songs bitches ride hummin
and the stay thumpin
and the haters pumpin
got the 808s
so the trunks thumpin
and the n-gga get high on occasion in
my too wild
damn thought weed to calm you down
but Im so high I can palm two
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the book
you n-ggas less rhymes hooks
more but less love
you hear them drums,
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock sidelines a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, them boat shoes
now Im in the game but I wont to you dummy
n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honeys, money and the
and bitch I dont sound like any n-gga
my finger on the trigger
I burn rappers like on the liver
grant wishes like a genie Ima killer
Lord and he taketh like an Indian giver
to keep jimmy in zipper
when you got them bad Vivians with ya
and weed, I got em on Pluto
I like but the hoes prefer Nuvo.

Check, every a n-gga roll,
old school (?) and its on (?)
hoes on me when I the door
if a n-gga trip, good grip on the chrome
empty out a clip from the then Im gone
up a spliff, get a fifth of Patron
hate a chick who talk 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 Im out there in Vegas
stuntin til time, had that
now its big faces, fly
alias Shawn
miss shows, call back
blowin Dro sippin cats
on the low had to back
n-ggas if its all raps
or its all

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