Luyện nghe bài hát Street King Energy Track #8

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

1]
Let Drake get you niggas in the for love
I'm to get you in the mood for the snub and gloves
Dope fiend, morphine, dilemma
come to cooking up that, boy I'm a chemist
F-ck poppin, a strap I pop that
Watch the trial, see a rat rat on a rat
Got a gimmick going, you've been hot a few summers
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 don't remember me
I happen to be what these rap niggas pretend to be
Hittin you won't be enough, you finish me or it's 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)
Don't me (do it)
make me (you know I do it)
Show you up
Don't me f-ck you up

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