Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

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

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

I no rapper, B, I skeet oozies
And I act, turned down three movies
So gimme your chain, your jewels and your
And your food, I'll eat your food fast

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

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

Said me, it's the man, 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, your
Your right hand man, Randy, me
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish piece
And a matching land, Desert

You the one with the whips, that's me
The one the chips and the chips, that's me
The one with the toast, pants baggy, 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 girl say so, you, biatch

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

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

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

And I don't got beef, I don't play games
If I did though, me, I would say y'all names
Go to house, red dot, scope your crib
Smack your earth, snatch your seeds, choke 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 load the
I'm the best, just not promoted right
You my life
Drink, smoke, roll some

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

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 about you got now
I you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all rock
When I it, everybody 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
that's nice, that's me

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

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

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

Killa
Killa
bitch

Killa
bitch
Killa