Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

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

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

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

My ass, carry three weapons
And give your face a C section and keep stepping
Who in a hurry 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 knucklehead, thought he want a order
Came and asked me, pitching to his daughter

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

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

You know the one the whips, that's me
The one with the chips and the chips, me
The one with the toast, 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
Always lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

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

When I through, hey, Cam
Dick
But I only mess Navigators five twenty-eight
Six drivers, big buyers, you live, we live 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 don't got beef, I don't those games
If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all
Go to your house, red dot, your crib
Smack your earth, snatch seeds, choke your wiz

My crew split, it was my
But to my nigga, Duke, we all mistakes
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 that load the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not right
You my life
Drink, smoke, roll some

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

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

You the type about 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 concerned about me
You ain't got to go to school to learn me

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

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

you I got us this time around 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 fuck
fuck us, so fuck y'all

Killa
Killa
Killa

bitch
Killa
Killa