Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

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

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