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 tell the truth 'bout you

1]
30 later, my future favors
The legendary of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Travel round the 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 cloud's turnin', my turnin'
Burnin' castor oil, I been 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 I won't shoot ya
I done the industry full circuit
The earthiest thirstiest nigga you know versus this
Scum of a land transcend two surfaces
The richer the poorer, the bigger the
The blood pours, but...

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

2]
My fans can't 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 tell me you was just playin'
Oh I was just playin' with you K-Dot,
You a nigga rock with you, bro
Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last I know
Might end up the last nigga I know
Oh, you wanna clash? Nigga, I know
I put my on the gas, head on the floor
Hoppin' out before the crash, I'm on a roll
Yellin', "One, two, three, four,
I am the greatest alive"
So damn great, motherfucker, died
What you hearin' now is a paranormal
House on the hill, house on the beach, (facts)
A in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (facts)
I'm fresh out the water I'm 'bout to breach,
The five-foot woke up out of his sleep, nigga
Oh yeah, oh yeah, more cars, leers
bars, no peers, no scars, no fear, fuck y'all, sincere
I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers, you know what the is
Earth indigenous, ya body reverting to
The world goin' mad
Bodies is adding up, about to crash
Niggas is rich, bitches is fake bad
Blacks act white, whites that do the dab
Trump is a chump, know how we feel, punk
Tell 'em God comin'
And need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
Electorial votes look memorial votes
But America's truth ain't ignorin' the
It's blasphemy, how many gon' for me?
I on my last song, you laughed at me
Oh, when the shit get brackin', you ask for me
How leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
G Malone big bro, to him
I was 2 Os a M, tryna be big as Em
30 later my future favors
The legendary of a hip-hop rhyme savior
Salmon and capers, fame and
You looking at me in Chucks, I'm at y'all suits
Me and Top playing rock-paper-scissors in court
And real hustler lose just to go get some more
I said it's like that, drop one classic, right back
classic, right 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
It's sad,
My only advice? Go and get you a bag,
Lee Baca, on tryna portray a boxer
Beatin' up on my while the COs watch 'em
Tables turned, lesson learned, my best
You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet
Go celebrate with team and let victory vouch you
Just know the next game played, I might slap the out you
Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm
They throwin' me out, you throw in the
Look at the crowd, they (Nah, I don't that)
Look at my smile, I'm
but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck)
So verses, you live in denial (Fuck)
So verses, I never run out, what?
You making him nervous, the music is
Hoe, Jay Z Hall of Fame, sit your punk ass down (Sit yo' ass down)
So that means you ain't bigger rapping (What else?)
So that no more playing the back scenes (What else?)
My spot is if you ask me (What else?)
My is identified as "that king"
I'll let worry about a list, I'm on some other shit
A difference between and astonishments
You know what time it is, up, this is in forever
Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get ya'll shit