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
around youngn
I got ammo and a lot of coming
up in the streets where you not allowed,
got the songs ride around hummin
and the n-ggas thumpin
and the haters hate
got the 808s
so the trunks thumpin
and the get high only on occasion in
my mind too
damn weed supposed to calm you down
but Im so high I can two clouds
boy look, these quote my lines like the Lords book
you n-ggas less rhymes hooks
more bucks but less
you them drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to rock sidelines like a coat
had to look at all loafers, yeah them boat shoes
now Im in the game but I boast to you dummy
n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honeys, money and the
and bitch I dont like any other n-gga
with my on the trigger
I burn like Henny on the liver
grant death wishes like a genie Ima
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 Henny but the hoes Nuvo.

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

Im tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome, sh-t
if I was you n-gga I would 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 tall 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
the heat like flow and the beat typo
better yo, get your rhyming straight
get murked 8 like Jon and Kate
I mean its for the face off
hit the like an 8 ball
me not concentrate adorf
no for I had a get a day job
me on the you aint even 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, week another reason
fiend like Billy Mays
gotta grind gotta
gotta shine through the of the blind light the hopeless
confined to the rhymes that Ive chosen
moment of the Times gotta quote this!