Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

I'm not going to sit here and watch go on any longer
You know 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 this go on any longer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The one be running and dodging, you
The one be sucking mad dick, you
The one that's of some yay yo
wanna lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

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

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

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

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

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

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

the hiest
Know I'm a patrol your
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 like a dog, all rock wild
When I it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"

I see concerned 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 with the ice, sliced, half price
Yoke 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, never a oven
You all nothing, you biatch

Told you I got us this time around
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
Killa

Killa
Killa
bitch