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 will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but there's clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and stop
Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy gassing
I ain't got nothin but for that crack addict
If you been shuttin for years and still can't buy a fam you need to stop trapping
And I man are pissed the way we came in the game and took everything over
But I'm happy now cause I was young
I said "I wanna spit bars when I'm older"
You man are soft cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard like boner
On the road to success, me
emcees in my way steamroller
Keep telling them over and over, so bars in my folder
Armani fragrance mixed with a little high yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, overly
I hate waiting I ain't got
Good manners, you can take me home to
Yeah my persona
the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear like a Motorola
And if you don't pay then I spray
I'm after the no soda
Straight to neck like a choker
way off the Richter
'Nuff of these emcees don't get the
Boy Know be a household name
We be known to you to Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, Brother and
No dilly no dally I'm to the point 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 passed through a couple man's jails
year went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps couple
I set the plan well test if you want try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice I see the cyber thug
Gimme a beat and I'ma light it up
it up Go get your C.V. done type it up
I've come a long way since running the
with & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my ends bloody
You ain't in your ends
I stand tall and loud from my ends
I do properly
Instead of hating, fam, you should me
Back 2 Da Lab check out my
I'm on the road to success follow me
You know I, you know I do properly
Gimme paper, I wanna purchase land in Jamaica
I been ballsy from way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way then
Cause I'm but nothing like Coolio
Nowadays man with a 9 living in a gangsta's paradise like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, these
ain't erected, not hard
tried to front but they got parred
Ain't got to be close I aim far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it and tear through cars
I through like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm again
Big Frisco on a again
No I'm not skimpy beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm picky with
And them man are slow I'm lapping
I don't haters I give thanks to them
A couple are ahead of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, cashing in
Man violate smash him in
gone no catching him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know success can bring
Niggas hate Frisco's it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about man getting my bling
Never