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 bubbly I kick it
I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
On my own two, with my own crew

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac, I hold back like a masseuse
I get like a screw 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
style is Pascal, mine is Basic 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 bostage
I switch styles like a with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and words I elope

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

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

when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass
And I Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen the credit

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

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

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

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

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

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

But comes a time you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn watching Tootie
But in the big city
But I still like Tootie cause she got big

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