Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

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

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

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

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

I'm a sell to anybody in damn family
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, 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 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 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 you some ice
Throw you a
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
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 those games
If I did though, believe me, I say y'all names
Go to your house, red dot, scope your
Smack earth, snatch your 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

is for my niggas that load the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not promoted
You know my
Drink, smoke, roll some

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

ring, hell no
I all my ice
Niggas to make Killa Cam all polite
on the set now, bitch, I'm like 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 flash it, shocked, "Wow!"

I see concerned about me
You ain't got to go to school to 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 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 nothing, you biatch

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

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

Killa
Killa
bitch

Killa
Killa
Killa