Luyện nghe bài hát Times Wastin'

one
You can't even tho'
Examples, and ya wrote
I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and ya throat
Carry my weight luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish
It's on storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest
Rest in in rubbish, free spots, and ez spots
like holly mzots, one of the top notches of the block
And I hardly my pz knots, three point five
Thirtys doin' twenty five, to glit money live
I flip, tell'em to nix
Hang ya picture, throw'em all
Sippin' on that, you ain't hard
Ah, you fallin' to
I'm like ya heart at
I'm as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
'cause, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't ya town
And get torn apart, times

[singer]- it's the life that you live, when your on
Bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you off
How do you do it? how do you it? (2x)

[fatal over chorus]
no way out the game
You see it

two
The devil don't want me yet, so I pack
Writin' out my will, wit a black a rep
I handle mics, hardaway
And never get stripped, ya boy shit
When he ridin' on my
Nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack
Grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared snatch mine
I niggaz, like you on the humble tip
And use murderin' al, 'cause he bull shit
scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
Thinkin' the tendaroonies, fatal dog, I'll
Fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna
I play every , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me
I'm out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe
Beatin' down slow, 'cause you niggaz, don't

(2x)

Verse
Immortal outlaw, come hold a eleven, south board
My clout board, I'm clockin' down south soar
I'm bad company, these be huntin' me
Frontin', and say they at me
But to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick
shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid
When I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the
I'll be glockin' I drop, a deuce deuce
On my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
I can't be stoped, wiled al, named kadafi
Nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black
me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber
Slipt ya mellon galier, when I rip this bumpin up out of ya
Leaven hotter then scorns, hot and co'nas
Don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be
These streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for shady
If you ain't shelled, lately, got places for public safety, times wastin'

(4.5x)