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
What I need from you is understanding that I'm
On my own two down 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 back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned left right to tight
it's time for some action I get Red's "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a life for his
Dissected I'm on some shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and instinct
I'm the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, I'm the locksmith
Started a way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch like a channel with controls that are remote
in a page, and with words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks a Z-28
At any rate, brothers interest because 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 keep on, and you don't, now on
Ah keep on, and you

when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position the stolen card the credit
Fuck the script, the rap scene I'm trying 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, fuck you, you!"
Other come through to see what I am up to
They be on the of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because 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 the style that's thourough?
It's that, keep on, ha ha
like that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas rock they hat cock
I'm real like a fight with my rap, I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the face
Got tall with fat taste, the rat race is a rat race
Just cause you got with the fat laces and the fro don't make you hip-hop
You sorry excuse for rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
The real shit's starting to come
The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at,
I started eating cat I was 10
Before I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing with a little bump and grind
But comes a when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of life I didn't from watching Tootie
But in the big city 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 just a good son, on