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 boy, I pull the flowers out the vase
You either frowning at life or smiling at your

Big face hundreds, I'm Tyra Banks
dust for the bread, who ordered 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

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

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

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

I represent for them niggas dreaming that made it
Aye yo, they we got next though, go tell the neighbors
Peep how I chef this shit up, baby go set the
They did us dirty, we paid them - that's reparations

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

All you new niggas like fiends on the loose
I'm quick to spot a op a stain on a suit
My life is under construction like 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 truth nigga, this is audio Lisa
I burn shit like cardio, promise you I'mma freak her
Kidnap the princess, Mario your diva
Kicking shit around these parts, they robbing you for ya
Every is murder shit, how is this not illegal
Going dead on you fucks, she fondle me 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 Stevie Wonder
People heed my hunger, the illest in this genre
talking back to momma, so ain't no need to mumble

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