Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Part 4

Don't a lie on me
I won't tell the 'bout you
Don't a lie on me
I won't tell the 'bout you

1]
30 millions later, my favors
The status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the atlas in this candy-coated
My day been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
Pi 3.14
The devil's pie is big enough to the whole thing
up
Lampin' in Jamaica, the cloud's turnin', my thought's
Burnin' castor oil, I determined to make an earnin'
This in this soil is classified
I'm satisfied when I strategize my future
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I shoot ya
I done the industry full circuit
The earthiest slash thirstiest you know versus this
of a land that transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the the picture
The blood pours, but...

Don't a lie on me
I won't the truth 'bout you
tell a lie on me
I won't tell the 'bout you

2]
My can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush your whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a scared little
Tiptoein' my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don't you just tell me you was playin'
Oh I was just with you K-Dot, c'mon
You know a nigga rock you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last I know
end up like the last nigga I know
Oh, you don't wanna Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, on the floor
out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "One, two, three, four,
I am the greatest alive"
So great, motherfucker, I've died
What you now is a paranormal vibe
House on the hill, on the beach, nigga (facts)
A condo in Compton, I'm in reach, nigga (facts)
I'm fresh out the I'm 'bout to breach, nigga
The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, leers
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to
The whole world mad
Bodies is up, market's about to crash
Niggas is fake rich, bitches is bad
that act white, whites that do the dab
Donald Trump is a chump, know how we feel,
Tell 'em God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to
Electorial votes like memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the
blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
I prophesied on my last song, you at me
Oh, the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many leaders tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, to him
I was 2 Os from a M, be big as Em
30 later my future favors
The legendary status of a rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm looking at y'all
Me and Top Dawg playing rock-paper-scissors in
And real lose money just to go get some more
I said it's that, drop one classic, came right back
'Nother classic, back
My next album, the whole on the ice pack
TOC
You see the and my E-Y-E's
It's not a game and the whole world is going mad,
It's sad,
My only advice? Go and get you a bag,
Lee Baca, on tryna portray a boxer
Beatin' up on my niggas while the COs 'em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my look
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to Westbrook
Go with your team and let victory vouch you
Just the next game played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm
They throwin' me out, you in the towel
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don't that)
at my smile, I'm smirking
Calm but (That ain't the style, fuck)
So verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So many verses, I run out, what?
You him nervous, the music is loud
Hoe, Jay Z of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo' punk ass down)
So that you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?)
So that means no more the back scenes (What else?)
My is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
My is identified as "that king"
I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other
A difference between and astonishments
You know what time it is, ante up, this is in
Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get ya'll shit