Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism I'm as large as a
Groove is my escapism when I'm I just 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 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
When it's time for some I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected I'm on some hi-tech shit 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 like bostage
I switch styles like a channel controls that are remote
Engage in a page, and with I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the
Anti-Nazi when I rocks a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the shit so had to rent to own
It's that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and 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 stare at the
And in the back of my I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the
flipping 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 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 be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the up, brothers look out because they look
in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee told me "You gotta get out of the crib, get the world"
How you going to come off with the style thourough?
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 like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop
You 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 wrong with a little bump and
But comes a time when you get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn from watching
But living in the big city but I still Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I write rhymes on the
Splat guts 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