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 bubbly I just it
What I need you is understanding that I'm standing
On my own two with my own crew
Toe I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to
When it's time for some I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a for his wife
I'm on some hi-tech shit computers want to bite
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
a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with controls that are
Engage in a page, and with I elope
Walking down the aisles with I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them
They couldn't house the so they had to rent to own
It's like that, coming the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and hoe Patra
So keep on, and you don't, now on
Ah on, and you don't

Sometime when I'm in my room I stare at the wall
And in the of my mind 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 flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows call me "Never", they be "Never's going to get it"
too much, I'm much 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 of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
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 get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that's
It's like that, on, ha ha
It's like that, on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that they hat cock
I'm like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the face
Got flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat and the fro don't make you hip-hop
You excuse 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 started eating cat I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't learn watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie she got big titties
My style is steep, I write 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 a good son, come on