Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

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

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

An eye for an eye, a life for his
Dissected, I'm on some hi-tech shit want to bite
style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links

And if is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith
Started a way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and with words I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'cause you got Adidas with the fat laces
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 starting to come back

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

But comes a when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I like Tootie cause 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 good son, on