Luyện nghe bài hát True & Livin'

[ 1 ]
You know the plan, gee, I rip any mic you me
I been down, this ain't no brandy
It's lord finesse, yeah, you it
It's that funky type poet that get loose aerobics
You I be slammin suckers
When I'm not on the mic, I'm makin more moves a dance instructor
I have no passion for
Nowadays I come with more styles than fashion
Rappers be cold
They like gump (why? ) them niggas don't know nothin
So how I hit em
In '95 and beyond lord is true and livin

[ 2 ]
I don't have to pop tools to stop or mop fools
I play it and smooth, and like drop jewels
I get props and fail, hops
The stuff I'm you can't get in your mailbox
I won't sink the way my thinks
When it comes to crews, I'm connected a chain link
I'm out to make figures
You could be a casino dealer, and still pull my fuckin card, nigga
I'm so bad with the
That's only part of it, now let me school you on the half
I'm no stranger, more like
playin russian roulette with 5 bullets in the chamber
I get props, I'm raw, hops
With the sure shot that's to make all you girls' drawers drop
So peep my funk of rhythm
Word life, kid, I'm true and

[ 3 ]
Now it's the funkyman, and niggas see me
When I grab the mic you better play the like graffiti
Cause whether or somethin slow
I'm bad like michael jackson, only thing is, I'm fuckin,
Hey yo, so save it
I'm one of the funkiest, the underground favorite
That got astoundin
That'll make grandmoms get up when I decide to get down for mines
I make your platoon nervous
Tryin to get live, I bring it to that ass fuckin room service
What you gonna do when I you down
You have a freak on a ferris wheel, you still couldn't fuck around
This is how it when finesse raps
When brothers be sleepin on a nigga, but I stress that
the man that be rappin clever
That's why I'm gonna shine forever, paddened leather
Have no fear, I kick it simple and so
Fuck making your day, I got some shit for whole year
I don't know why these be frontin
They can have three u-haul trucks, and won't be movin nothin
I put niggas on curfews, I crews
My style is harder than the on fuckin church shoes
wear my shoes, you can't fit em
In years to come I be and livin