Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

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

2:]
Look, is this what you predicted? what you becoming
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 loved you is showing you so much of it
Real respect me, I ain't switch up my image
Real women me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad I'm winning
got opinions, but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up a
God bless 'em, my cigar with all my stressing
Don't own a mirror, but made a simply reflecting
Tell my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the
Lucaya from a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do for the coaching
And I'm hoping I can motivate and do it big as
Word, real nigga shit, you might gone need some
Hit the scene, guillotine, head off theirselves