Luyện nghe bài hát The Artful Dodger

I mean, we all had to fall on our before
I know y'all niggas was late on rent before
Ran into a couple Dents before
Maybe you niggas breathin' too many
You I'm finna go?
Fuckin' with the of the indigo
Bring the in manila envelopes
My niggas in the country interlope
And I can't go for

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Hold up, hold up, hold up, up
Free ain't what is
Niggas rolling like some
I see kids work with empty briefcase
We put the on the buzz and call it sweepstakes
Then a joint like a nigga need a knee brace
Breeze will let you know who got the smoke if you
in the middle of the woods
Call Anthony Towns and Thomas for sounds
While my rain water color paints all over
Oliver Twist, the dodger's all over this
If she with me, don't call her my bitch
I'm in the VIP, with a big bottled and I'm sparkin' a piff
Good woods on carpenter shit
the queen like the parliament is
This is a of chess
Funny thing that got me playin' the
Food for thought, I ain't the chef
cleft lips on the bass clef
Singin' with strep, I'm sick it
the life of the dimwitted
On one knee like Tim it
And I'm for my 'rents
Message gettin' as the piss
Now my stress is swimmin' lessons at the pier with the kids

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

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