Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

I'm not to sit here and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the
And then expect me to look for my 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 time around, understand, killer

Yo, I don't understand how cats sip Daqueri's
Like it's all down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, clique backing me
All that click clackery, take your wrist

I no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
And I can't act, turned down movies
So gimme chain, your jewels and your cash
And your food, I'll eat your food fast

My rude ass, three weapons
And I'll give your face a C and keep stepping
Who else in a to mirk
We kill girls, 'em, bury their 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 asked me, stop to his daughter

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

I'm a to anybody in your damn family
Uncle Tom, your Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right hand man, Randy, me
In Antlanta, I got an land piece
And a matching land, Calasandi

You the one with the whips, that's me
The one with the and the chips, that's me
The one with the toast, baggy, yelling 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 of some yay yo
Always lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

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

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

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

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

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

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

Control the
Know I'm a patrol schiest
We all get
Ma, keep all rice

ring, hell no
I all my ice
Niggas to make Killa Cam all polite
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like

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

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

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

The one that's 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

you I got us this time 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 y'all

biatch
Killa
Killa

bitch
Killa
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