Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, deep thinker, big
late night, with ya in ya crib sneaker
you out of town, and you not around
turn your ass over a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd around
I got and a lot of rounds coming
up in the streets where you not allowed,
got the songs bitches ride around
and the n-ggas thumpin
and the haters hate
got the bumpin
so the trunks stay
and the n-gga get high on occasion in
my too wild
damn thought weed supposed to calm you
but Im so high I can two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my like the Lords book
you n-ggas rhymes more hooks
more bucks but less
you hear them drums,
no Roots, Im so
I used to sidelines like a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, them boat shoes
now Im in the game but I boast to you dummy
remember had short jokes for my money
toast to the honeys, money and the
and I dont sound like any other n-gga
with my finger on the
I burn rappers Henny on the liver
grant death like a genie Ima killer
Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian
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 prefer Nuvo.

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

baby Im tryna stick, ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you n-gga I would him
hot nights Im out there in Vegas
stuntin til time, had that
now its big faces, fly
alias Shawn
miss shows, never call
blowin Dro sippin 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
the heat like flow and the beat typo
better rewrite yo, get your straight
get murked plus 8 like Jon and
I its time 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 a fiend for her silly ways
so Im tryna get the cream til Im paid
couldnt put her on the team, every week reason
fiend like Billy Mays
gotta grind focus
gotta shine through the minds of the blind the hopeless
never confined to the that Ive chosen
of silence the Times gotta quote this!