Luyện nghe bài hát To Me, To You

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

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me the hill
It's cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more an obstacle
it?
Like it's in front of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to me another child support payment
From humble beginnings, though we lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, in front of the open oven
our hands together like Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, drawn to my
Genetically predisposed to be a mechanic or
I handle my failures way better than I ever handled
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 Jordan be my stylist
I'll rock one of them baggy ass McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' lady's boots
Than Kanye at Steve Madden
I'm a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled for drunk drivin'
I the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it
That's what I do for my
Your boo told me she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two and then blew me like an opportunity

[Hook: da 5'9"] x2
(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 niggas ain't real as me?"

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

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
favorite rapper's up at LIV
While I'm on substances
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 a fuck about nothin' but good vagina
Long as these niggas 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
Maybe too for 'em
The gave me a choice to either be king or give all Hell
I chose the latter a fireman climbin' up to a charred rail
In front of Miley, steerin' a giant ball
Miss me with your mollies and your Tyrese
I don't connect with and these antics
Today you give life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Sampras
that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta it, but you better 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 like Dorothy and Toto on the road
Crossin' at the
The valleys and the alleys where the gods switch to mode
I through, the Harley pipe was loud like a lion
The title on the marquee "Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane, down lover's lane
Won a great debate against the about the mother plane
He called me by that name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen door in a
Jay Electricity, by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? It's just a
If it ain't from one of my peers, it ain't a diss to me
I'm a leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me
The F in my middle name with the period for "Victory"
I came from the bottoms of with Jezebels
Sniffin' blow with her in the dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused, I God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the time I began to
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the
Who pulled out the cuffs of and and hitched their wrist to we
Now all praises due to Allah, we seein'
The Pyramids are there to witness to the gods
So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, shit is hard
unstoppable, in high school I was voted most popular
By the unpopular, phantom of the

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