Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

Big face hundreds, I'm thinking Tyra
Moving dust for the bread, who ordered powder
She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I gotta
She show me the light, we share 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 life
I want my style back, cause you don't wear it
.40 cal with me, I'm on a dairy diet
A diamond in the rough, I 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
Slumped in my 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 grateful
I'm in the like Nana pudding, vanilla wafers
I'm from the ghetto where everyday is Revelations

I represent for them niggas dreaming 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 paid them - that's reparations

Nigga I'm speeding through life, this shit is
the scoreboard playa, we running up this paper
Boy been a blowout, I like Angie Davis
Wings on the coupe, flames under

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

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

Shit, I'm off the deep end, uh, no I seek trends
Cause all that shit you talking bout is beneath him
alright, bumping that 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 the thumper
Only one taking life, know I weave the punches
Ok, I the numbers, but I don't need the numbers
I keep it funky my circle like I'm eating Funyuns
Leave the just to comeback and feed the jungle
And save the children,