Luyện nghe bài hát Side A

In the kitchen, oven for the heat
Got my young, skinned ho rollin' up the tree
Wearin' jackets in the house, the Michigan way
water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner
Dope fiends out the house and they still sniffin'
Homie mommy's 50, smokin' and tricking'
Still talkin' shit with Lucy I'm ass lickin'
See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I trippin'
Landlord is, the nigga put us out
Sellin' all the samples, can't to give 'em out
Just copped a half track, see my tryna get it
Standin' on the baseline, Pippen pivot
Needles in they arms to keep the lights on
Shit, fuck around, be on pawn
Tryna get shit off, the winter, we snuck in
live for anything, but might die for nothin'

They that old Danny Brown
To bag up and a whole pound
have to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs

want that old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a whole
Might have to go and get my back
of fact, go and bring them AKs back

In the Cutty same color as sauce
Eyeballed the work, but was a .8 off
Vet in the game, seed in the playoffs
Meet me at the Coney, get this weight off
fittin' like a nigga went swimmin' in 'em
I'm and I'm shinin', hardwood floor
Whore it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw
at the whore like "what you came here for?"
Linwood nigga, on him, no stash box
Turn a bandana to a rag top
Old head, fiend, cookin' up the yay
Young shoot your face for them Cartiers
Came a long way $3 for a nick'
Cop an 8 ball, tryna for the zip
Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a
Fiends linin' up for a hit of shit
(And I that shit, right now and forever)
(And I reps that shit, now and forever)

They that old Danny Brown
To bag up and a whole pound
Might to go and get my braids back
Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs

They want old Danny Brown
To bag up and sell a pound
Might have to go and get my braids
Matter of fact, go and them AKs back