Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

Big face hundreds, I'm thinking Banks
Moving dust for the bread, who powder cake
She say "Meet me at the altar," wait I change
She tryna me the light, we share a common pain
Uh, she me, but baby what 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 diamond in the rough, I went to Jared,

Throwing bodies in trunks, they ain't sparing life
Man these nigga too pussy, they like a pair of
Yikes, bumping Anita
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 Khaled, shit I'm forever grateful
I'm in the like Nana pudding, vanilla wafers
I'm the ghetto where everyday is like Revelations

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

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

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

I'm the truth nigga, this is Mona Lisa
I burn this shit cardio, promise you I'mma freak her
Kidnap the princess, Mario your diva
Kicking shit around parts, they robbing you for ya sneakers
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 don't seek
Cause all that shit that you talking is beneath him
Well alright, that Stevie Wonder
People take heed my hunger, the illest in 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 the punches
Ok, I the numbers, but I don't need the numbers
I keep it funky with my circle like I'm eating
Leave the jungle just to comeback and feed the
And save the children,