Luyện nghe bài hát To Me, To You

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me the hill
It's probably cause you saw me beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my more like an obstacle
it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta ride it
On my way to me another child support payment
From humble beginnings, though we lavishly now
And what we afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my
Genetically predisposed to be a or less
I handle my way better than I ever handled success
And I let you be the loudest, holdin' my fo' fo'
From '94, on my retro kick I let you let go clips
I'll let Michael be my stylist
I'll rock one of them ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more lady's
Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan with thinkin'
The time I got pulled over for drunk drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and to drink it
That's what I do for my
Your boo told me what she do to me
she dropped on two knees and then blew me like an opportunity

[Hook: da 5'9"] x2
(To me, what I see
To you, what you do)
Prhyme!
Ha ha ha-ha, if I could niggas as real as me
Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how niggas ain't real as me?"

Royce da 5'9"]
Multiply,
That's what the niggas do
Multiply,
on a real nigga

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
favorite rapper's up at LIV
While I'm on controlled
Search around my for a fuck to give
But I find it
My notebook should be made of a binder
Cause that's what my albums be
But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but vagina
Long as these call me GOAT
If I get through to you the call failed
Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Wall Street boat, I'm a sell
too lyrical for 'em
The Lord gave me a choice to either be king or give all
I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred
In front of Miley, steerin' a giant ball
Miss me with your mollies and Tyrese wisdom
I don't connect with y'all and these
Today you give your to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're backhanded like 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 nothin' done came out my mouth yet

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[Verse 3: Jay
Me and is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick road
at the crissroads
The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch
I through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion
The title on the marquee "Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lane
Won a great debate against the state the mother plane
He called me by that other name, I called him by his other
The lightnin' the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by
Where he been the past three years? It's a mystery
If it come from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me
I'm a thousand under the sea, niggas can't get to me
The F in my middle name the period stands for "Victory"
I from the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels
Sniffin' with her friends in the dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a
But I knew since the time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the men, who twist the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their 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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