Luyện nghe bài hát What's Free

You what free is nigga?

free?
Free is nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is when the TV controllin' what we see
Told my "I need you"
all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my niggas free
Made a few mistakes but this where I wanna be
I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my niggas, "I you"
Stay up I these times ain't true
Real life, stay

a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in
I keep my money
I a ladder by summer
AK shots, duckin' stray shots
a Top Dawg, that's before the K.Dots
Crackin' in '06, showmanship
Talk it you Mitch, disastrous on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda sold you a brick
With them people you never been on a
Mona Lisa to me ain't but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging his dick
We so different you thought these didn't
The Megalodon never seen on his
I'm from the South they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan on his shit
Walkin' the pavement, I I'm illuminated
Over a decade and nobody's favorite
Pot and kilo go hand in like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a million and we countin' 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you a pack
You paid for it, but I
Around and stole the
Screaming "gang gang" now you rap
Racketeering caught him on a tap
Lookin' for a lawyers wanna tax
hair got them faggots on your back

Whats
Free is nobody else could tell us what to be
Free is the TV ain't controlling what we see
my niggas "I need you"
Through all the fame you know I stay
Pray my stay free
Made a few but this ain't where I wanna be
Before I'm by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my "I need you"
Stay up I know these ain't true
life, what's free?

Fed investigations, heard they plottin' I trap
20 mil' in cash, they know I got off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael or the Robert Krafts
Or the billionaire Marcy
Ain't no way got my back
how I prevailed now
They try to me back, uh
me in the cell for all
Them and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a and they
Still think I'm crack
When you my name up
To the judge tell em' facts
Tell em how we all
These to go to college
Tell him how we
All wars, stoppin' violence
Tryna fix the and
The way they it
I think want me silenced (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I don't feel like I'm
down in my cell
Shackled from ankle to
Judge bangin' that
Turned me to slave from a
Another day in the
I hang from a string
Just for a wheelie
My march in the city
From a cell to a view
From the top of the
You can tell how we
as I pop up we litty
Poppin' Bad Boy in '94
Big and Diddy
And counted me out
Like my accountant busy
That's five in twenties
Sit up in council, I'm
Phantom, five thousand
Hundred in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or
I might just pop up with Drizzy

free?
Free is when nobody else tell us what to be
Free is when the TV ain't controlling we see
Told my niggas 'I need
Through all the fame you I stay true
Pray my stay free
a few mistakes but this
Ain't I wanna be
Before I'm by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my niggas 'I need
Stay up I know times ain't true
Real life, what's

In the land of the free, where the blacks
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the
I'm 50% of and it's debt free (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, my piece
Hunnid percent of to boss it up with my G's
Smoke of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but never give you leverage
No red hat, Michael and
me and Ye
They you when you got
and Prince's DNA, uh
I ain't like one of these
you bought
My like a resort
My house than yours
My (C'mon man)
My route better of
We without food in our mouth
gave us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded that we
We made the a wave
You came back, reinvested and it
Took sense of pride
Now how that's
And the stole their
Soul and hit niggas with
I ain't got a billion streams, got a dollars
Inflating numbers like we
To be happy about
We was Billboard but we were young
Now I at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I say
They gon' have to kill me
I'm not they (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the rappin'
Style by me the HOV
at my hair free, care free
Niggas ain't near
Enjoy chains, whats your employer
Name with the piece?
I the hood, can't no Shaytan rob me
My so good I'm
Practically livin' tax
Factory, me
Sold drugs, got scot-free
That's a CC,
free, still me
And expect me to not
a way to this day
You would say y'all me
Sucker free, no me
I jive turkey
Say "Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound a murder to me
Smoke
All of y'all calling out free
Labels rob you for yet
You wanna put a in me
free, seasoned but I'm soft for you
Lay a hand on Hov, my shooter for free
I promise War three
an order through a hands free,
kill you in 24 hours or you
ignore the hand speed
On god, it's off the this improv
But no comedy
Sign I fail, naw (Ha-ha-ha)