Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

I'm not going to sit here and watch this go on any
You they put my food in the dark
And then expect me to for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck, I look like, I'm not to watch this go on any longer

I'm on
Harlem, who is going to hold us down
niggas
Let's get it right this around, understand, killer

Yo, I understand how these cats sip Daqueri's
Like it's all down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, whole backing me
All that click clackery, take your wrist

I no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
And I act, turned down three movies
So gimme your chain, jewels and your cash
And your food, I'll eat your food fast

My rude ass, carry three
And I'll give your face a C and keep stepping
Who in a hurry to mirk
We kill girls, rape 'em, bury skirts

Imagine me wake up 7:30 for work,
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with
But met this knucklehead, thought he want a
Came and me, stop pitching to his daughter

me, it's the man, can't be
Be glad I'm not in her damn
Got her damn
How you to ever ask, stop carrying candy

I'm a sell to in your damn family
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your
right hand man, Randy, understand me
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish piece
And a matching land, Desert

You know the one with the whips, me
The one with the chips and the chips, me
The one with the toast, pants baggy, out get at me
Get at me, nigga, me

The one that be and dodging, you
The one that be mad dick, you
The one that's scared of yay yo
Always wanna lay low 'cause your say so, you, biatch

I could show you ice
Throw you a
You not that good dog, who you you're nice
Your crew, siders

When I through, hey, Cam
Dick
But I only mess with Navigators twenty-eight
Six drivers, big buyers, you live, we live liver

through, stick your suppliers
Mack so many hoes, in saliva
Gash her up, ma, put it on you
Then I grab her neck and try to take her out

And I don't got beef, I don't play those
If I did though, believe me, I would say names
Go to your house, red dot, scope your
your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz

My split, it was my mistake
But to my nigga, Duke, we all mistakes
I'm a get shit right if I spend my
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H

This is for my niggas that load the
Saying I'm the best, just not right
You my life
Drink, smoke, roll dice

the hiest
Know I'm a your schiest
We all get
Ma, keep all your

Wedding ring, no
I all my ice
Niggas tried to make Cam all polite
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm poltergiest

You the type about everything you got now
I you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all rock
When I it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"

I see concerned about me
You ain't got to go to school to learn me

Yo, the one mad guns, that's me
The one the yay for twenty-three, that's me
The one the ice, sliced, coke half price
that's nice, that's me

The one scared of a scuffle, you
The one say, "Baby girl, I love you" you
The one that talk about hustling, seen a oven
You all about nothing, you

Told you I got us this around niggas
me some, huh
Harlem, I got us

Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones,
Feshon, run us or run from us or get run the fuck over
It's fuck us, so fuck

biatch
Killa
Killa

bitch
Killa
bitch