Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker
when you out of town, and you not
turn your ass over a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd around
I got ammo and a lot of rounds
up in the streets you not allowed, runnin
got the songs bitches ride around
and the n-ggas thumpin
and the haters hate
got the 808s
so the stay thumpin
and the n-gga get high on occasion in
my mind too
damn thought weed supposed to you down
but Im so high I can palm two
boy look, these n-ggas quote my lines the Lords book
you n-ggas rhymes more hooks
more bucks but less
you them drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock like a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah them shoes
now Im in the but I wont boast to you dummy
remember n-ggas had short jokes for my
toast to the honeys, money and the
and bitch I dont sound like any n-gga
with my on the trigger
I burn like Henny on the liver
grant wishes like a genie Ima killer
Lord giveth and he like an Indian 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 prefer Nuvo.

Check, time a n-gga roll,
old (?) and its sittin on (?)
hoes on me when I the door
if a n-gga wanna trip, good grip on the
empty out a clip from the fifth then Im
twist up a spliff, get a fifth of
hate a chick who just 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 August nights Im out there in
stuntin til time, had patience
now its big faces, fly
alias stacks
miss shows, call back
Dro sippin tall cats
on the low had to crawl
wonder if its all raps
or its all

As I in the toe like Fe fi foe
with the heat like and the beat typo
rewrite yo, get your rhyming straight
get plus 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 a fiend for her silly ways
so Im tryna get the cream til Im paid
put her on the team, every week another reason
thats fiend Billy Mays
gotta grind focus
gotta shine through the of the blind light the hopeless
never confined to the that Ive chosen
of silence the Times gotta quote this!