Luyện nghe bài hát Street King Energy Track #8

You see a nigga soft, my first instinct is to on
A nigga eatin' in my hood, niggas'll put a beam on 'em
These niggas aint supposed to be yo
This sweet is sweet an' low, I'll have 'em like shit was all good a week ago

1]
Let get you niggas in the mood for love
I'm back to get you in the mood for the and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, dilemma
come to cooking up that, boy I'm a chemist
F-ck pill poppin, a strap I pop
Watch the trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice going, you've been hot a few summers
But I got the of flow that'll stop World hunger
SK, I got nothing but
Call me Fifty, call me Ferrari the
Hi again in a hater don't remember me
I to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won't be enough, you gotta finish me or Ruger time
The SR9 fragments in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya f-cked, gotta learn to duck,

x2]
Don't me (don't, d-d-don't)
make me (do it)
Don't make me (you I do it)
Show you up
make me f-ck you up

2]
Listen any bitch on the milk box aint
I some of these hoes running round with Pippen
I'm writing reality it sounds
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he sounds
I aint fire back the shits washed
What kind of is that, this only happens in rap
These niggas so fake, it make my crawl
Hope I aint the last real up over the wall
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, linen
from the Benjamin's in 'em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I aint know I think a nigga push raw
It feels like it's never gon
A so hot, I may spend forever on top
(Forever ever) in the drop
Cant til I got it on