Luyện nghe bài hát The Mint

Yup, yup, right
I'm things, I'm runnin' things

Hold me down, me up
Hold me close 'cause my is up
they true colors, don't know who to trust
Mind workin' like the when it rush
Grownin' from my father, bitter to his
Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a
All this for my 'til I'm dust
God gon' the karma, lost my trust
Sayin' "Every man many men"
Got me in a jam, I be in my
On the other hand, I need a moment
My condolence, 'til the mornin'

Brodie on the corner a piece on his hip
Give a 'fore you blow it in the sky
Tiptoein' mortar and the brick
Bumpin' with the devil in disguise
Shoulder-level on the rise
Twist, 40s in the morning in the
I heard you got your at the enterprise
Evidently, it was rented but mine
Evidently, it was like Nas
I was in the kitchen that nigga Mike
Gotta listen when I ya simmer down
Two years I've been missin', life
You was wildin', day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to rape the
morning, wash my swollen hands
Hit the showers, my soul and crash
over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up
Know I use too of everything at hand
Except the is now I control it, I be
In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the
Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't it
overpass, no cap
Say I'm out the hourglass
Grand total, a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' that
Go the back, switch hands
The fair's high, niggas they outta wack
Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime when
time Wavy Don tappin' in
Savion Glover caught a Ls
'em to the neck, motherfucker

Lotta blood to let, to make, fuck a check
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, to make, give a fuck about a check
Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a
Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck a-
Nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy,