Luyện nghe bài hát The Heart Part 4

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

1]
30 millions later, my future
The status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel the atlas in this spaceship candy-coated
My day shift's been devoted to fuckin' up of paper
Pi 3.14
The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole
up
Lampin' in Jamaica, the turnin', my thought's turnin'
Burnin' castor oil, I been determined to an earnin'
This seed in this is classified
I'm satisfied I strategize my kid's future
I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't ya
I done vandalized the industry full
The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you versus this
Scum of a land that two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the
The more pours, but...

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

2]
My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk ass and crush whole lil shit
I'll Big Pun ya punk ass, you a little bitch
Tiptoein' my name, nigga, ya lame
And when I get at you, homie, don't you tell me you was just playin'
Oh I was playin' with you K-Dot, c'mon
You a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I
Might end up like the nigga I know
Oh, you wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my foot on the gas, head on the
Hoppin' out the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "One, two, three, four,
I am the rapper alive"
So great, motherfucker, I've died
What you hearin' now is a 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 woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, more
More bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all,
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know the risk is
Earth indigenous, ya body to stiffness
The whole world mad
Bodies is adding up, market's to crash
is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks that act white, that do the dab
Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell 'em God comin'
And Russia need a replay button, up to somethin'
votes look like memorial votes
But truth ain't ignorin' the votes
It's blasphemy, how gon' blast for me?
I on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the get brackin', don't you ask for me
How many gon' tell you the truth after me?
G big bro, kudos to him
I was 2 Os from a M, be big as Em
30 millions my future favors
The legendary status of a hip-hop savior
Salmon and capers, and lawsuits
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm at y'all suits
Me and Top playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And hustler 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 industry on the ice
TOC
You see the and my E-Y-E's
It's not a game and the whole world is mad, daddy
sad, daddy
My only Go and get you a bag, daddy
Lee Baca, on trial tryna portray a
up on my niggas while the COs watch 'em
Tables turned, learned, my best look
You jumped sides on me, now you to meet Westbrook
Go celebrate with your team and let vouch you
Just know the next played, I might slap the shit out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm
They me out, you throw in the towel
Look at the crowd, (Nah, I don't like that)
at my smile, I'm smirking
Calm but urgent (That the style, fuck)
So many verses, you live in (Fuck)
So many verses, I never run out,
You making him nervous, the music is
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your 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 name is as "that king"
I'll let y'all worry about a list, I'm on some other
A difference accomplishments and astonishments
You what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
got 'til April the 7th to get ya'll shit together