Luyện nghe bài hát Street King Energy Track #8

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

1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the mood for
I'm to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine
Crack come to cooking up that, boy I'm a
pill poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a nice gimmick going, you've been hot a few
But I got the type of flow that'll World hunger
SK, I got but energy
Call me Fifty, me Ferrari the remedy
Hi again in case a hater remember me
I happen to be what rap niggas here pretend to be
Hittin you won't be enough, you gotta finish me or Ruger time
The SR9 fragments ricochet in ya ass go
Times up, ya f-cked, gotta learn to duck,

x2]
Don't me (don't, d-d-don't)
Don't 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 missin'
I mean some of these hoes running round with
I'm writing it sounds harsh
Shyne (Sean?) try to get at me he washed
I aint fire back the shits washed
What kind of is that, this only happens in rap
niggas so fake, it make my skin crawl
Hope I aint the last real nigga up over the
Ice chunks in the chain, weight spinnin, cream
Bulges the Benjamin's in 'em
Tom Ford, oh Lord, if I aint know better I think a nigga raw
It like it's never gon stop
A nigga so hot, I may forever on top
(Forever ever) in the drop
til I got it on lock