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 my times is up
Show they true colors, know who to trust
Mind workin' like the water it rush
from my father, bitter to his touch
Now I'm honor, livin' is a must
All this for my 'til I'm dust
God gon' deal the karma, lost my
Sayin' "Every man many men"
Got me in a jam, I be in my
On the other hand, I just a moment
My condolence, smokin' 'til the

Brodie on the corner with a on his hip
a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky
Tiptoein' over mortar and the
shoulders with the devil in disguise
Shoulder-level water on the
Twist, 40s in the morning in the
I you got your sauce at the enterprise
Evidently, it was but it's mine
Evidently, it was written Nas
I was in the kitchen with that nigga
Gotta when I tell ya simmer down
Two years I've been missin', livin'
You was wildin', day was trash
Crackers pilin' in to the land
Early morning, my swollen hands
Hit the showers, my soul and crash
Tiptoein' glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up
Know I use too much of everything at
Except the difference is now I it, I be
In the crib and in the moment, stuck out the flask
Feet up on the dash, I hit the but don't promote it
overpass, no cap
Say I'm ballin' out the
Grand total, a whole lotta raps
Quicksand, scramblin' that
Go behind the back, switch
The fair's high, niggas know they outta
Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime when
Every time Wavy Don in
Savion Glover caught a Ls
'em to the neck, motherfucker

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