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 right or whatever you
Was doin' but I'm just to know...
How you, how you approach the next shit?"
Say the same way I always do, not givin' a fuck

1: Royce Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to me over the hill
probably 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 somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta around it
On my way to me another child support payment
humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And we couldn't afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the open
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 Michael Jordan be my
rock one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
I've been poppin' since I was 5, was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' more boots
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 tried to it
That's I do for my community
Your boo me what she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and then me like an opportunity

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(To me, it's I see
To you, what you do)
Prhyme!
Ha ha ha-ha, if I make niggas 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,
That's on a real

2: Royce da 5'9"]
Your favorite up at LIV
While I'm on substances
around my crib for a fuck to give
But I find it
My notebook should be made of a wooden
Cause that's what my albums be
But I don't give a fuck about nothin' but good
Long as these call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call
Cause I was probably on that Wolf of Street boat, I'm a hard 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 wreckin' 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, lookin' Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete
About that, I missed my uncle's funeral to go to by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better the fact
I'm a real rapper and nothin' 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 and the alleys where the gods switch to bitch mode
I came through, the pipe was loud like a lion
The title on the marquee "Child out of Zion"
Contemplatin' on another plane, hoverin' down lover's
Won a great debate against the state about the mother
He called me by that other name, I called him by his other
The lightnin' struck the internet like a screen in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, baptized by
Where he been the past three years? It's just a
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 middle name with the period for "Victory"
I came from the 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 since the time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who the histories
Who out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their wrist to we
Now all due to Allah, we seein' crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the
So when the angels heard me spit, bit their lip, this shit is hard
Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted most
By the unpopular, of the chakras

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