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 over like a stepped out of bounds
crowd around
I got ammo and a lot of coming
up in the streets where you not allowed,
got the songs bitches ride around
and the stay thumpin
and the haters hate
got the bumpin
so the trunks thumpin
and the n-gga get only on occasion in
my mind too
damn thought weed to calm you down
but Im so I can palm two clouds
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines like the book
you n-ggas less more hooks
more but less love
you hear drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock sidelines a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah boat shoes
now Im in the game but I wont to you dummy
remember n-ggas had short for my money
to the honeys, money and the liquor
and bitch I dont sound any other n-gga
my finger on the trigger
I rappers like Henny on the liver
death wishes like a genie Ima killer
Lord giveth and he taketh like an Indian
hard to jimmy in zipper
when you got them bad Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like but the hoes prefer Nuvo.

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

baby Im stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
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 call
blowin Dro sippin tall
on the low had to back
wonder 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 rhyming
get murked plus 8 Jon and Kate
I mean its time for the off
hit the like an 8 ball
me not concentrate adorf
no for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you aint on the radar
never bring it but I been a fiend for her silly ways
so Im get the cream til Im silly paid
couldnt put her on the team, every week 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
of silence the Times gotta quote this!