Luyện nghe bài hát To Me, To You

Niggas be askin' me like, "Man you all that time off
I understand you had to get 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 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 Picasso painting, psyche, my life's more like an
it?
Like it's somethin' in front of the drop, and I gotta around it
On my way to make me another child support
From humble beginnings, though we live now
And what we afford to get, we would have it somehow
Stayin' at grandma's, in front of the open oven
Rubbin' our hands together like Baby with around
Manic depressed, to my tool
predisposed to be a mechanic 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 kick before I let you let go
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 knockin' more lady's boots
Kanye critiquin' at Steve Madden
I'm just a LOX fan 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 what I do for my
Your boo told me she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and then 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 niggas as as me
Ha ha ha-ha, I'd ask, "how come niggas ain't as me?"

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

2: Royce da 5'9"]
Your favorite up at LIV
I'm on controlled substances
Search around my crib for a 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 nothin' but good vagina
as these niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call
Cause I was probably on Wolf of Wall 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 of Miley, steerin' a giant wreckin' ball
Miss me with your and your Tyrese wisdom
I don't connect with and these antics
you give your life to the game
Tomorrow you be in pictures, lookin' like Steve Francis
You ain't turnin' up, you're bein' backhanded like Pete
About that, I missed my funeral to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta appreciate it, but you better the fact
That I'm a real rapper and nothin' whack done came out my yet

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[Verse 3: Jay
Me and Pharaoh is like Dorothy and Toto on the brick
at the crissroads
The valleys and the alleys where the switch to bitch mode
I came through, the Harley pipe was like a lion
The on the marquee said "Child out of Zion"
on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane
Won a debate against the state about the mother plane
He me by that other name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' struck the internet like a door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, by Felicity
Where he been the past 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 thousand leagues under the sea, can't get to me
The F in my middle with the period stands for "Victory"
I came from the bottoms of Hell with
blow with her friends in the dens of iniquity
When I was young, I was confused, I God was a mystery
But everything I since the time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the men, who twist the histories
Who out the cuffs of deception and and hitched 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 me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard
Utterly unstoppable, in high I was voted most popular
By the unpopular, of the chakras

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