Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big and I'm back at it
I was raised in the jungle so I act
Make you no black magic
I smoke cess that will leave you short of breath an asthmatic
No round of but there's chaps clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
Enough of idiots, need to knuckle down and stop chatting
Nobody over here spits like Cuzzy stop gassing
I ain't got nothin but shots for that addict
If you been shuttin for years and still can't buy a whip fam you need to trapping
And I know man are pissed the way we in the game and took everything over
But I'm happy now when I was young
I said "I really wanna bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking like boner
On the road to success, me
Flatten in my way steamroller
Keep telling them and over, so many bars in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed a little high grade yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, overly
I waiting I ain't got patience
Good manners, you can take me to Mumsy
Yeah that's my
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear a Motorola
And if you don't pay then I spray
I'm the cream no soda
Straight to your like a choker
way off the Richter
'Nuff of these emcees don't get the
Boy Betta be a household name
We be known to you to your Mom, Dad, Auntie and
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No dilly no dally I'm straight to the like a glass of Henny with no mixer
That means I beating around the bush unless it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I have passed through a couple jails
Last year went Jamaica saw mad
Mad skengs big couple hand-helds
I set the plan well test if you want come try luck
We ain't gonna be nice when I see the cyber
a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma light it up
Wild it up Go get C.V. done type it up
I've come a long way running the streets
Danny & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my ends bloody
You alive in your ends
I stand tall and shout loud from my
I do properly
of hating, fam, you should honor me
Back 2 Da Lab check out my
I'm on the road to success follow me
You know I, you I do this properly
more paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada way back then
Cause I'm but nothing like Coolio
Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like
got to be top 3 selected, these dickheads
ain't erected, not hard
tried to front but they got parred
Ain't got to be I aim from far
Don't cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through cars
I come through "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna hype up? I'll draw card
And I'm again
Big on a track again
No I'm not skimpy beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm with beats
And them man are I'm lapping them
I hate haters I give thanks to them
A couple are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, still in
Man violate smash him in
Frisco's gone no catching him, runaway no matching him
I'm on point cause I know what can bring
Niggas hate getting it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about man getting my bling
Never