Luyện nghe bài hát To My

It don't
Can't
Say
your parts

Uh, huh, it don't
Nas
Say Huh, uh, huh
Uh, huh, it don't

Uh, uh, huh, uh, uh, uh
It don't stop,
Yeah, yeah, Brave
what, y'all? Check it

I, splash dudes with gats I use
Ice dangle off my 'cause my cash improve
Nice knuckle game, chip toothed, way of and change
I want the dough, the fame

Already made history, y'all can have that, that ain't to me
About to have my own and that's that
And plus a instead of Kenny Rogers
And Benihana's, can eat, plenty at Nas'

Buffet of lobsters, dressed in boxers
With honies sex so proper, best flow since Rakim
Liver, personification of
Describe my characteristics, co-signer

Some smoke embalmin' fluid and vomit to it
I'm chronic, yo, it's atomic, how I blew up
Same ol' G, since I rocked Kangol's,
changed but my bankroll, still jig to the ankles

Please to my
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, and Esco'

Yo, yo, we tracks, it's like beatin' beats with bats
Watchin' crews the views when the heat in they back
If you hear a click, me, you wouldn't hear clack
If you push it up front, I got no but to pull it back

Your rhymes don't faze me, I'm 'em, half y'all raps is
Born retarded, now you out tryin' to get rid of 'em
You should be sick of it, I posess no
That's the man that made your head nod 'til you licked his balls

Verses, I 'em, when it's my turn to get 'em, I got hot flows
I only do shows for burn
So cock this mic and bust out your back, you
And then they gonna me for fuckin' up rap

fuckin with that? Skillz and Esco', it's on
When you speak in my direction your tone
From QB to VA, can't count the we own
locked and sewn, I repeat nigga, watch your tone

Please to my
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, Timbaland and

Yo, see
The big man with the and the fly Bentleys
Ladies love me, say
Timbaland's really rappin', what the is up, B?

I kill niggaz with seven thangs, they jackin' beats
I'm a eight digit
Maybe, I just rebuild Titanic and send that out to see,

to my niggaz
To my bitches, to my
To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my

To my riders, to my
To my bitches, to my
And fly assholes, to my
To my bitches, and Esco'