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 I just kick it
What I need from you is 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 Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
I get loose like a screw turned left right to tight
When it's time for some action I get "Tonight's Da Night"
An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected I'm on some hi-tech computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links
And if is the key, goddammit I'm the locksmith
a missionary 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 with words I
Walking down the aisles styles I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi I rocks like 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 that hoe
So on, and you don't, now come on
Ah keep on, and you

Sometime when I'm alone in my I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get
Like a nigga in position with the stolen the credit
flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to edit
My mellows me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm too, I do justice 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 of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers 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 the style that's thourough?
It's like that, on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas rock they hat cock
I'm real like a fight my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
Got tall flavor 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 shit's starting to come back
The Go is where I'm from and where I'm at,
I eating cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of booty
The facts of life I didn't learn watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I like Tootie cause she got big titties
My is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, you're a good son, come on