Luyện nghe bài hát What's Free

You know free is nigga?

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

a lad, I was cunning
Just got a pad out in
I stackin' my money
I need a by summer
AK shots, niggas stray shots
Been a Top Dawg, before the K.Dots
in '06, immaculate showmanship
Talk it like you Mitch, on the strip
Holdin' on your bitch, coulda never you a brick
With people you never been on a list
Lisa to me ain't nothin' but a bitch
Hanging pictures like niggas swinging his dick
We so different you these didn't exist
The Megalodon seen on his wrist
I'm from the where they never make it this rich
God is the greatest, but Satan on his shit
the pavement, I pray I'm illuminated
Over a and never nobody's favorite
Pot and go hand in hand like we gamblin' huf
My amigo, a million grams and we 'em up
You was dead broke, I let you a pack
You for it, but I fucked
and stole the track
Screaming "gang gang" now you rap
Racketeering charges him on a tap
Lookin' for a lawyers wanna tax
hair got them faggots on your back

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

Fed investigations, they plottin' like I trap
20 mil' in cash, know I got that off a rap
Maybe it's the Michael Rubins or the Robert
Or the from Marcy
no way they got my back
Seein' how I now
try to knock me back, uh
Lock me in the for all
nights and I won't snap, uh
Two-fifty a show and
Still think I'm crack
When you bring my up
To the judge just tell em'
Tell em how we all
These to go to college
Tell him how we
All these wars, stoppin'
Tryna fix the and
The way they it
I think they want me (Shush)
Oh say can you see
I feel like I'm free
Locked down in my
from ankle to feet
Judge bangin' gavel
Turned me to from a king
Another day in the
I hang from a string
Just for a wheelie
My people march in the
a cell to a chopper view
From the top of the
You can tell how we
as I pop up we litty
Poppin' Bad Boy in '94
Big Poppa and
And niggas me out
Like my accountant ain't
That's milli' in twenties
Sit up in council, I'm
Phantom, hundred thousand
Hundred in a stizzy
Is we beefin' or
I might just pop up with Drizzy

free?
Free is when else could tell us what to be
Free is the TV ain't controlling what we see
Told my niggas 'I need
all the fame you know I stay true
Pray my stay free
a few mistakes but this
Ain't I wanna be
I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my feet
Told my 'I need you'
Stay up I know these times true
Real life, what's

In the land of the free, where the enslaved
Three-fifth's of a man I believe's the
I'm 50% of D'usse and it's debt (Yeah)
100% of Ace of Spades, half a B (Uh)
Roc Nation, half of that, that's my
Hunnid of Tidal to boss it up with my G's
Smoke of my niggas won't ever work together
You run a cheque up but they give you leverage
No red hat, don't and
me and Ye
They you when you got
Michael and DNA, uh
I like one of these house
Niggas you
My like a resort
My house than yours
My (C'mon man)
My better of course
We started food in our mouth
They us pork and pig intestines
Shit you discarded we ingested
We made the project a
You came back, reinvested and it
Took sense of pride
Now how free?
And the stole their
Soul and hit niggas with
I ain't got a streams, got a billion dollars
numbers like we 'posed
To be happy about
We was praisin' Billboard but we were
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you
To this day, Grandma 'fraid of what I say
gon' have to kill me Grandmama
I'm not they (Ha-ha-ha)
Check out the bizarre
used by me the HOV
Look at my hair free, care
ain't near free
Enjoy your chains, whats employer
Name the hair 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
a CC, E-copy
Guilt free, me
And expect me to not
a way to this day
You would say y'all me
free, no shuckin me
I don't turkey
Say "Happy Thanksgiving"
Shit sound a murder to me
free
All of y'all out toll free
rob you for millions yet
You wanna put a in me
Sugar free, seasoned but I'm for you
Lay a hand on Hov, my shoot for free
I promise World War
Send an order through a free,
you in 24 hours or shorter you
Can't ignore the hand
On god, off the head this improv
But no comedy
I fail, hell naw (Ha-ha-ha)