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 down with my own
Toe cancer I'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to 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 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 shit computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and just
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links
And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
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 with I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks 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, from the go rapper
I bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe Patra
So keep on, and you don't, now on
Ah on, and you don't

Sometime when I'm alone in my I stare at the wall
And in the back of my mind I hear a wack-ass
And I Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position the stolen card the credit
Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm to edit
My mellows me "Never", they be like "Never's going to get it"
too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics
That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, you!"
Other studs through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us sweet and buying us
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers out because they look
Rest in peace to ?Heavena?, washing of rappers like Booker
Tee me "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style that's
like that, keep on, ha ha
It's like that, on

My foundation is in black block of that rock they hat cock
I'm like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox
Back I got my rap, now get glock out the black face
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat
Just cause you got Adidas with the fat laces and the fro don't make you
You sorry excuse for rap
Why is there so many cranks to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit's starting to back
The Go is I'm from and where I'm at, jack
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 time when you gotta get off of that
The facts of life I didn't learn watching Tootie
But living in the big but I still like Tootie cause she got big titties
My style is steep, I 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 a good son, come on