Luyện nghe bài hát The Mint

Yup, yup, that's
I'm runnin' things, I'm things

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

Brodie on the corner a piece on his hip
Give a warning 'fore you it in the sky
Tiptoein' over and the brick
Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in
Shoulder-level on the rise
Twist, 40s in the in the winter
I heard you got sauce at the enterprise
Evidently, it was rented but mine
Evidently, it was written Nas
I was in the kitchen with that Mike
Gotta when I tell ya simmer down
Two years I've been missin', life
You was wildin', day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to rape the
Early morning, wash my swollen
Hit the showers, my soul and crash
Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, 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 ballin' out the
Grand total, a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' outta
Go behind the back, hands
The fair's high, know they outta wack
Sterilize your clique, paralyze niggas when
time Wavy Don tappin' in
Savion caught a couple Ls
'em to the neck, motherfucker

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