Luyện nghe bài hát Satin Black

I'm Kane man

Yea, welcome to the
California in '95, stuck in the desert nothin' but leather on
Got a million to get my cheddar on
Even I'm locked up with three hots and a cot, my spot's sending letters home
100 pushups, 100 sit ups, I get up
I hit the street in need, I get breakfast off what I up
I'm runnin' from police and they constantly get us
My court I skipped it like scratching your favorite disser
I spend my whole life down on the and its time to live up
The make it sit up, gotta lift my whip up
I'm up a pack and rap circles around these amateurs
Can't hang with Freddie Kane on that stage, ain't got no
I damage ya, straight wrecked out, shows packed out
All my cars is antique, it's satin out
Old school more than new school, I cashed out
Ridin' in that back seat out, I'm yak'd out

Ridin' in my seat, wind in my hair
Sun in my eyes but it don't really matter cause we don't really
When the light hits the pane it shines the sun creeps low
But it all when the smoke blows

down the 110
Drop the top off my dunk and let my bald hit the wind
As I take sip of gin
Got two cold pieces driving me, I'm talking cold as
Got to get her cousins and her in
They that all star, all access, play with them rap vets
Been to every spot on your globe map or atlas
Five star feet, walk on waves and get wet