Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I'm as as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when I'm I just kick it
What I need from you is understanding I'm standing
On my own two, down my own crew

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac, I can't hold back like a
I get loose like a turned from left right to tight
it's time for some action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected, I'm on some shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links

And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like
I styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and with I elope

Walking down the aisles with styles I the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned microphones
They couldn't house the shit so they had to to own

It's like that, coming the go rapper
I wanna Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So keep on and you don't, now on
Ah keep on and you

Sometime when I'm alone in my room I at the wall
And in the back of my mind I a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position the stolen card the credit

Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows call me, "Never", they be like, "Never's to get it"
Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to
That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, fuck you, you!"

Other studs come to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us
Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
Rest in peace to 'Heavena', washing tons of rappers Booker

Tee told me, "You get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the that's through?
like that, keep on, ha ha
It's like that, on

My foundation is in black block of niggas rock they hat cock
I'm real a fight with my rap, rappers I slap box
Back I got my rap, now get glock out the black face
Got tall with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race

Just 'cause you got Adidas with the fat
And the fro don't make you hip-hop, tou sorry for funk rap
Why is there so cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit's starting to back

The go is where I'm and where I'm at, jack
I eating cat when I was 10
dinner I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a bump and grind

But comes a when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn from Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like Tootie she got big titties

My is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, you're just a son, come on