Luyện nghe bài hát What You Can't C

[Hook - 2X]
Let me roll somethin'
Let me smoke somethin'
Let me light up
Let me blow withca

1]
Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it
Locked the game like Martha Stewart
Like a big bodied Mercedes, get it
This ain't no of the draw, I'm supposed to do it
They say we're in the last days so I stay with the
And swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow
a nigga trade hard like I'm custom model
Each one, teach one, we lead, so follow
Niggaz soft like avocado, to hold bravado
My tips be hollow, some hard shit to swallow
the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks
We got no brakes we just backs
We came in broke, now we got to leave the whole stack
Get get smoked like a dope sack
and cheeba on the block with a heater
Like if I can't sell mine, can't neither

You can me in the magazines
Or watch me on the TV
If you tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the last day you
Nobody rides for free
You fuckin' a real O.G
I stick 'n move a young Ali
You hit what you can't see.... (me, me)

Let me somethin' witcha
Let me somethin' witcha
Let me this up
Let me somethin' withca

2]
To all my drinkin' Cool-O
bent in prison
Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from
I was the direction but I never took it
The path was crooked and so I learned to cook it
It's the black ?, the on his back
Animal instinct, to my habitat
Any situation,
You get and slapped down, mean not fuckin' around
I think big the heart that rests in my chest
Fuck motherfuckers that pray for my death
Niggaz want me to show love, but none left
Won't speak no names, I won't my breath
Got too stamina, too much energy
Strengthen capabilities to crush my
And that feelin' brings me and tranquility
Real estate, power, cars in Italy

You can me in the magazines
Or me on the TV screen
If you tryin' to take for me
That's gon' be the day you breath
Nobody rides for free
You fuckin' a real O.G
I stick 'n like a young Ali
You can't hit what you see...(me, me)

Let me roll witcha
Let me smoke somethin'
Let me light up
Let me blow somethin'

3]
Another nigga Xzibit just can't be found
I eliminate dead weight slowin' me
Don't know how to down only hold my ground
the resume
They cock it and spray
Ya'll niggaz sloppy and gay, get hit with a K
Stand trial for murder and lock me
Throwin' bows like Pillar
For my foes, hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla
For all my in the hustle, celebrate ya life
Fucking administration tryin' to take your life
X man exchange the data, hate the
Hit the earth so hard leaving and craters
wanna spend money on hats and gaters
Hoes in Vegas they have chrome and dames
But wanna do a third of the work
I built an from dirt
I put you in a of hurt...fucker!!!

You can me in the magazines
Or me on the TV screen
If you ever to take for me
gon' be the last day you breath
Nobody here rides for
You fuckin' with a O.G
I stick 'n like a young Ali
You hit what you can't see...(me, me)