Luyện nghe bài hát To Me, To You

Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you took all that off
I understand you had to get your mind or whatever you
Was but I'm just curious to know...
How you, how you gonna approach the shit?"
Say it's the same way I do, not givin' a fuck

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Million maker, not a faker, try to call me over the hill
It's probably you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a painting, psyche, my life's more like an obstacle
it?
Like it's somethin' in of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me child support payment
From beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands like Baby with cameras around
depressed, drawn to my tool
Genetically predisposed to be a or less
I my failures way better than I ever handled success
And I let you boys be the loudest, my fo' fo'
From '94, on my retro before I let you let go clips
I'll let Jordan be my stylist
I'll one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been more lady's boots
Than critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with thinkin'
The last time I got over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and to drink it
That's I do for my community
Your boo me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two and then blew me like an opportunity

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(To me, it's I see
To you, it's you do)
Prhyme!
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could make as real as me
Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas real as me?"

[Bridge: da 5'9"]
Multiply,
what the real niggas do
Multiply,
on a real nigga

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Your favorite up at LIV
While I'm on controlled
Search my crib for a fuck to give
But I couldn't it
My notebook should be of a wooden binder
Cause what my albums be sellin'
But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but vagina
as these niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call
Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a sell
Maybe too for 'em
The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all
I chose the like a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail
In front of Miley, steerin' a wreckin' ball
Miss me with your mollies and your wisdom
I don't connect with and these antics
you give your life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded Pete Sampras
About that, I my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you respect the fact
That I'm a real rapper and whack done came out my mouth yet

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[Verse 3: Jay
Me and Pharaoh is Dorothy and Toto on the brick road
Crossin' at the
The valleys and the alleys where the gods to bitch mode
I came through, the Harley pipe was like a lion
The on the marquee said "Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' lover's lane
Won a great debate against the state the mother plane
He called me by that name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck the like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by
Where he been the past years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come from one of my peers, it a diss to me
I'm a thousand leagues under the sea, niggas get to me
The F in my name with the period stands for "Victory"
I from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels
Sniffin' blow with her in the dens of iniquity
I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who the histories
Who pulled out the of deception and and hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah, we crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the
So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is
Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most
By the unpopular, phantom of the

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