Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

going!
Uh, mind your business, get out the way
That nigga eating God is great, I gotta say
They watered down boy, I pull the flowers out the
You either frowning at life or smiling at your

Big face hundreds, I'm thinking Tyra
Moving dust for the bread, who powder cake
She say "Meet me at the altar," I gotta change
She show me the light, we share a common pain
Uh, she love me, but baby would you do for love

Flow tight as a groupie hug, you what's up
is paradise, I live a weary life
I want my style back, cause you don't wear it
This .40 cal with me, I'm on a diet
A diamond in the rough, I to Jared, right?

Throwing bodies in trunks, know ain't sparing life
Man these nigga too pussy, they like a of dykes
Yikes, bumping Baker
Slumped in my seat she doming me and proceed to taste it

My nigga hit me a lick, I told him "Keep it tasteful"
Aye, they was blunt with a nigga, now they the vapors
I got the feature from Khaled, shit I'm forever
I'm in the ghetto like Nana pudding, wafers
I'm from the ghetto where is like Revelations

I represent for them dreaming that never made it
Aye yo, they saying we got next though, go tell the
Peep how I this shit up, baby go set the table
They did us dirty, we them back - that's reparations

I'm speeding through life, this shit is Talladega
Check the scoreboard playa, we up this paper
Boy been a blowout, I feel like Angie
on the coupe, flames under spoon

All you new niggas looking like on the loose
I'm to spot a op like a stain on a suit
My life is under like trees on a booth
This is over, tell a fat lady sing the blues
Lay you under a cold for trying to get the scoop

I'm the nigga, this is audio Mona Lisa
I burn this shit like cardio, promise you I'mma her
Kidnap the princess, Mario hide diva
Kicking shit around these parts, robbing you for ya sneakers
Every is murder shit, how is this not illegal
Going on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping

Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, no I seek trends
Cause all that shit you talking bout is beneath him
Well alright, bumping that Wonder
take heed my hunger, the illest in this genre
Ain't talking back to momma, so no need to mumble

Ain't acting out in church, but still I the thumper
one taking life, just know I weave the punches
Ok, I the numbers, but I don't need the numbers
I keep it funky with my circle like I'm eating
the jungle just to comeback and feed the jungle
And the children, nigga