Luyện nghe bài hát Save the Trilldren

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

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

Flow tight as a groupie hug, you what's up
This is paradise, I live a weary
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 went to Jared,

Throwing bodies in trunks, know they sparing life
Man these nigga too pussy, they like a pair of
Yikes, Anita Baker
in my seat while 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 need the
I got the feature from Khaled, shit I'm grateful
I'm in the ghetto like Nana pudding, wafers
I'm the ghetto where everyday is like Revelations

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

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

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

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

Shit, I'm off the end, uh, no I don't seek trends
Cause all that shit that you talking is beneath him
alright, bumping 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 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
Leave the jungle just to comeback and the jungle
And save the children,