Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

1:]
The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already it
Practice make perfect, so be my mama's maiden
These lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress
My shirt so crazy I get away with Sketchers Shape-Ups
Such a lie for I get up out these Nike's
Number five don't even know the price
Bitch, we like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we
Gold bottles, getting me Aziago
With braggodacio like Macho Man out the toro
I'm a slim jim, it's to your lady
Now Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get
And I bet she see the light, know that's Franklin

2:]
Look, is this what you predicted? Look what you
funny privacy limits even though I'm living with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you love it?
When women who never you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas respect me, I switch up my image
women respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little is mad that I'm winning
got opinions, but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up a
God 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting
Tell my on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do this for the
And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as
Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need help
Hit the scene, guillotine, head off theirselves