Luyện nghe bài hát To Me, To You

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

[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
Million dollar maker, not a faker, try to call me the hill
probably cause you saw me chillin' beside a pile of paper
Life's a Picasso painting, psyche, my life's like an obstacle
it?
Like it's somethin' in of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to me another child support payment
humble beginnings, though we live lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in of the open oven
our hands together like Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, to my tool
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 one of them baggy ass Tracy McGrady suits
been poppin' since I was 5, that was in '82
Believe that, a nigga been knockin' lady's boots
Than Kanye critiquin' at Madden
I'm a LOX fan with childish thinkin'
The last time I got pulled over for drivin'
I took the breathalyzer out the hand and tried to drink 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 blew me like an

[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,
That's what the real do
Multiply,
That's on a real

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Your rapper's up at LIV
While I'm on substances
Search around my for a fuck to give
But I find it
My notebook be made of a wooden binder
Cause what my albums be sellin'
But I don't give a fuck about but good vagina
as these niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get 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 Lord me a choice to either be king or give all Hell
I chose the latter like a fireman climbin' up to a charred
In front of Miley, steerin' a giant ball
me with your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom
I connect with y'all and these antics
Today you your life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better respect the
That I'm a real rapper and nothin' done came out my mouth yet

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[Verse 3: Jay
Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and on the brick road
Crossin' at the
The valleys and the alleys where the gods to bitch mode
I came through, the Harley was loud like a lion
The on the marquee said "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, baptized by
he been the past three years? It's just a mystery
If it ain't come from one of my peers, it ain't a to me
I'm a leagues under the sea, niggas can't get to me
The F in my name with the period stands for "Victory"
I came the bottoms of Hell with Jezebels
blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused, I thought God was a
But everything I knew since the time I to grew
Was taught to me by the men, who twist the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and their wrist to we
Now all due to Allah, we seein' crystally
The are there to bear witness to the gods
So when the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this is hard
Utterly unstoppable, in high I was voted most popular
By the unpopular, phantom of the

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