Luyện nghe bài hát The Artful Dodger

I mean, we all had to fall on our before
I y'all niggas was late on your rent before
Ran into a Harvey Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too chemicals
You think I'm go?
Fuckin' the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in manila
My niggas in the country interlope
And I go for that

1]
Hold up, hold up, up, hold up
Free ain't cheap is
Niggas rolling some cheapskates
I see kids talking with empty briefcase
We put the beef on the buzz and it sweepstakes
Then a joint like a nigga need a knee brace
Breeze let you know who got the smoke if you down
in the middle of the woods
Call Anthony and call Thomas for sounds
While my rain water paints all over town
Oliver Twist, the artful dodger's all over
If she with me, then don't call her my
I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled water and I'm a piff
Good woods on carpenter shit
Move the queen like the is
is a game of chess
Funny thing that got me the rest
Food for thought, I ain't the chef
With lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm sick it
Bought the of the dimwitted
On one knee Tim with it
And I'm for my 'rents
Message gettin' clear as the
Now my stress is gettin' lessons at the pier with the kids

I mean, we all had to fall on our shit
I know y'all niggas was late on your before
Ran into a Harvey Dents before
you niggas breathin' too many chemicals
You I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the children of the
Bring the cash in manila
My niggas in the trying too interlope
And I go for that
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit
Know y'all niggas was late on your rent
Ran a couple Harvey Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many
You think I'm go?
with the children of the indigo
Bring the cash in manila
My niggas in the country tryna
And I go for that

2]
Cause a storm's comin', nigga, see this
All niggas talkin money 'bout to overdraft
See Colin in all your fences, you're defenseless, fam
All my niggas in the cul-de-sac, ready to strike with the hood a Cobra
Black culture, they'll never get that
So I'm in this over trash
Runnin' through a nigga
Remember nights with the coldest
When we ain't really shit but some old advice
Told you once, I told you
Never was in it for the alone
The skeleton's out the closet, more
The poems I write, most nights, more
Freeze-frame, that's light
Poster child, he right?
From Chicago, deep off in Pilsen the vatos
Mercy mercy, me, Murciélago
That's in my hundred-dollar purchased from Barney's
hurtin' my pockets, but fuck, what do I know?
I'm just a southside nigga with a Nas flow
been as passive as Rondo, I mean, hey
Condo on my wrist has never really been a goal of
Less "Goldie," more
I look around, "Y'all trollin', right?"
It's overkill, we the type
It's overpriced, the quality probably suffice
I don't condone the of dice on this one, fam
I mean, we all had to fall on our shit
Just get up 'fore hit the fan