Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

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

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm to snap off
I'm off that Cognac, I can't hold back like a masseuse
I get loose like a screw from left right to tight
When it's time for 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
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, I'm the locksmith
a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I styles like a channel with controls that are remote
in a page and with words I elope

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

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

Sometime when I'm 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 in position with the stolen card the credit

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

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

Tee me, "You gotta 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 like that, on

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

'cause you got Adidas with 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 starting to back

The go is where I'm from and where I'm at,
I started cat when I was 10
Before 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 learn from watching Tootie
But in the big city
But I like Tootie cause she got big titties

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