Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

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

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

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

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

I represent for them niggas that never made it
Aye yo, they saying we got next though, go tell the
Peep how I chef this shit up, go set the table
They did us dirty, we paid them back - 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
on the coupe, flames under spoon

All you new looking like fiends on the loose
I'm quick to 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 cardio, promise you I'mma freak her
Kidnap the princess, Mario hide diva
Kicking shit around these parts, they robbing you for ya
Every line is shit, how is this not illegal
dead on you fucks, she fondle me while I'm sleeping

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

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