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 bubbly I kick it
I need from you is understanding that I'm standing
On my own two down my own crew
Toe cancer I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to off
I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
I get like a screw turned from left right to tight
When it's time for some action I get "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a life for his
Dissected I'm on some hi-tech computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big
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
Engage in a page, and words I elope
Walking the aisles with styles I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I them microphones
They couldn't the shit so they had to rent to own
It's like that, coming from the go
I bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So on, and you don't, now come 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 hear a wack-ass
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in with the stolen card the credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm 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 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 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 thourough?
like that, keep on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My is in black block of niggas that rock they hat cock
I'm real a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you
You sorry for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks to rhyme, yo funk that
The real starting to come back
The Go is I'm from and where I'm at, jack
I started cat when I was 10
Before I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a little and grind
But a time when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn from watching
But living in the big but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
My is steep, I write 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 a good son, come on