Luyện nghe bài hát Shook Ones (Freestyle)

(Intro)
Yeah, DJ
To all the killers and the billers
Ha-ha, to ni**a's who ain't go no feelings
it out now, yeah

(Verse 1)
You got to with my realness
I'm sick it like I'm stuck with a illness
It ain't that I'm still rich
Just more for me to tuck and conceal this
Your boy might have to hit a f**k ni**a switch
Snap right to me standing in the projects
soda, boxes son handing me the Pyrex
We was small then, but the was to be 5x
The world is yours plan, but, man, I that Nas Lex
SC 400, that's all boy wanted
And the light skinned shorty next door that's fronting
She couldn't see that I was that boy or something
Maybe I needed to flex more or something
Now I hit that f**king Rolex for nothing
And I teach ni**a's, give lectures on stunting
And if I a bi**h, I could text yours or something
Then she see me the next tour tour or something
S**t crazy right, imagine me when I was twenty
Riding through Brooklyn, realizing it's one of me
Notice that I'm who the wannabes to be
It feeling like all of y'all don't none of me
In this kitchen, step back and watch the cook
My corner told me, counter with a left hook
And me mine, you don't want to see my stress look
I drive through with the mask, like Westbrook
me out, for the twenty Gs I'm in there
Now multiply it by how times I been here
Forty Gs for the show the in ears
Dog, I hit a ATM in ten years
There's a difference in getting money and got
I'm just a winner with a pocket full of pot
I ain't judging, baby, go and get thot money
You better for a rainy day when it's not sunny
You know change just like the weather
Get in one and just like, whatever
Meet a new who look just whoever
saying, wasn't they just, like, together?
My bi**h ass feel so soft just my leather
Got a good head on her, I like em clever
This life forever, the lame, mad s**t
You wouldn't look this in the same ass fit
I'll give it to you ni**a's on AIM Blast s**t
Then give it to sons on some Dame Dash s**t, boy
You ni**a's bosses anyway
A nine to beat a tender life any day

(Chorus)
Get your money cause ain't no thing as crooks
You scared to death, you to look
You shook cause ain't no thing as crooks
You scared to death, you scared to
You shook cause no thing as halfway crooks
You scared to death, you to look
You shook cause ain't no as halfway crooks