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

1: Royce 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 of the drop, and I gotta ride around it
On my way to make me child support payment
From humble beginnings, though we lavishly now
And what we couldn't afford to get, we would have it
Stayin' at grandma's, puddled in front of the oven
Rubbin' our together like Baby with cameras around
Manic depressed, to my tool
Genetically 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 before I let you let go clips
I'll let Michael Jordan be my
I'll rock one of them baggy ass Tracy suits
been poppin' 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 the breathalyzer out the cop's hand and tried to drink it
That's I do for my community
Your boo told me she wanna do to me
Before she dropped on two knees and then blew me an opportunity

[Hook: da 5'9"] x2
(To me, what 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 come niggas ain't as me?"

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

[Verse 2: da 5'9"]
Your 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 made of a binder
that's what my albums be sellin'
But I don't a fuck about nothin' but good vagina
Long as niggas call me GOAT
If I don't get through to you the call
Cause I was probably on that of Wall Street boat, I'm a hard sell
Maybe too for 'em
The Lord gave me a to either be king or give all Hell
I chose the latter like a climbin' up to a charred rail
In front of Miley, steerin' a wreckin' ball
Miss me your mollies and your Tyrese wisdom
I don't connect with and these antics
Today you give life to the game
Tomorrow you be posin' in pictures, lookin' like Steve
You ain't turnin' up, bein' backhanded like Pete Sampras
About that, I missed my uncle's to go to South by Southwest
You ain't gotta it, but you better respect the fact
That I'm a rapper and nothin' whack done came out my mouth yet

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[Verse 3: Jay
Me and Pharaoh is like and Toto on the brick road
at the crissroads
The valleys and the alleys where the gods to bitch mode
I came through, the Harley pipe was loud a lion
The on the marquee said "Child out of Zion"
on another plane, hoverin' down lover's lane
Won a great debate against the about the mother plane
He me by that other name, I called him by his other name
The lightnin' the internet like a screen door in a hurricane
Jay Electricity, by Felicity
Where he been the past three years? just a mystery
If it ain't come 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' 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 I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who the histories
Who pulled out the cuffs of deception and and hitched their to we
Now all due to Allah, we seein' crystally
The Pyramids are there to bear witness to the
So the angels heard me spit, they bit their lip, this shit is hard
Utterly unstoppable, in high school I was voted popular
By the unpopular, phantom of the

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