Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I kick it
What I need from you is understanding 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
I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse
I get loose a screw turned from left right to tight
When time for some action I get Red's "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, mine is Basic and just
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with that are remote
Engage in a page, and words I elope
Walking down the aisles with styles I the viles
Anti-Nazi I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the so they had to rent to own
It's like that, coming the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada and that hoe Patra
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 Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen the credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows call me "Never", they be like "Never's to get it"
Never's too much, I'm too, I do justice to poetics
why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"
Other come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us and buying us fruit
Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out because they look
Rest in to ?Heavena?, washing tons of rappers like Booker
Tee me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you to come off with the style that's thourough?
It's like that, on, ha ha
like that, keep on

My foundation is in black of niggas that rock 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 black
Got tall flavor 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 for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks to rhyme, yo funk that
The shit's starting to come back
The Go is I'm from and where I'm at, jack
I started cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like Robinson
I don't see nothing with a little bump and grind
But comes a time when you gotta get off of booty
The of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big city but I still like Tootie cause she got big
My is steep, I write rhymes on the incline
Splat guts fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, just a good son, come on