Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I like racism I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism I'm bubbly I just kick it
What I need 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 massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left 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 shit computers want to
Your style is Pascal, mine is and just instinct
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
Started a way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls are remote
Engage in a page, and words I elope
Walking down the aisles styles I freak the viles
when I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the shit so they had to 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 keep on, and you

Sometime I'm alone in my room I stare 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 in position with the stolen card the credit
flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit
My mellows call me "Never", they be "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm too, I do justice to poetics
That's why be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Other studs through to see what 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 they look
Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers Booker
Tee me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the that's thourough?
It's like that, on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of 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 fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
cause you got Adidas with 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 shit's starting to back
The Go is where I'm 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 comes a time when you get off of that booty
The facts of I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big
My style is steep, I rhymes on the incline
Splat 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