Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

I'm on
Harlem, who else is to hold us down
Bloodshed
Let's get it right this time around, understand,

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, your wrist wrappery

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

My rude ass, three weapons
And I'll give your a C section and keep stepping
Who else in a to mirk
We kill girls, rape 'em, bury their

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

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

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

You the one with the whips, that's 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 of some yay yo
Always wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you,

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

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

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

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

My split, it was my mistake
But to my nigga, Duke, we all make
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 the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not promoted
You know my
Drink, smoke, roll some

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

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

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

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

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

The one scared of a scuffle, you
The one that say, "Baby girl, I you" you
The one talk about hustling, never seen a oven
You all nothing, you biatch

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

Santana, Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty
Feshon, run with us or run from us or get run the over
It's us, so fuck y'all

Killa
Killa
bitch

Killa
bitch
Killa