Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

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

Yo, I don't understand how cats sip Daqueri's
it's all good down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, whole backing me
All click clackery, take 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, eat your food fast

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

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

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

I'm a sell to anybody in your family
Uncle Tom, your Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right 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 and the chips, that's 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 be sucking mad dick, you
The one scared of some yay yo
wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

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

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

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

And I don't got beef, I play those games
If I did though, me, I would say y'all names
Go to house, red dot, scope your crib
Smack 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 my cake
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H

This is for my niggas that load the
I'm the best, just not promoted right
You know my
Drink, smoke, some dice

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

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 talk about everything you got now
I you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all wild
I flash 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 with the yay for twenty-three, me
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half
that's nice, that's me

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

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 fuck us, so y'all

biatch
Killa
bitch

Killa
bitch
Killa