Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

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

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 these cats sip
Like all good down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, clique backing me
All that clackery, take your wrist wrappery

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

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

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

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

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

You know the one the whips, that's me
The one with the and the chips, that's me
The one with the toast, baggy, yelling 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 show you ice
Throw you a
You not that good dog, who told you nice
Your crew, switch

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

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

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

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

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

ring, hell no
I all my ice
Niggas tried to make Cam all polite
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm 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 y'all concerned me
You got to go to school 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, coke price
Yoke nice, that's me

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

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

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

Killa
Killa
bitch

Killa
Killa
Killa