Luyện nghe bài hát Wishin

I'm sending my killers to the store for and Danish
My nigga, my nigga, I go get it myself, but I'm famous
And I ain't never changing, I'm never done my dues
My mind is "I'm forever making my payments"
I walk by a so called guy, watch him tuck his chain in
No snatching though, watch you put my fucking name in
of like an armless actor playing an action role
I'm out on the west like Axel Foley, ask the police
But at least I'm though
I bought my an Aston, wrote it off on my taxes
it as an independent backing like Macklemore
Half of my clique is
The other half of my clique know half of the kids they having
Savage, average though
Like 30k a spent on yeast
In to walk in the streets
In my shoes, you're gon need Flintstone
And for baggage, and room in your Nikes
So they can tag your toe
Motherfuckers rhyme no more about rhyme no more
I'm so raw, will I win?
Ain't an if, it's a
Kind of like asking "what time is karma gon [?]"
So tomorrow, in hindsight, if you an artist, near, the fans know
What you draw falls on ears like Van Gogh
I chose rap over the stratosphere
No or a trophy, I already have them here
(Let's go, Preem)
I'm trying to leave my mark but I've got the same backstory as a tatted tear
The kind of frame I prefer to see the through
ask me nothing about Budden, I suppose
I propose to all my too
I'm in the Forbes in in a suit
know the score like Sheryl Swoopes
You know they say you dying if you ain't living good
I'm dumping a hit man's salary worth of quarters down the world's largest well
a nigga would
(Wishing a would)

and gentlemen
I think my record speaks for

A rival of survival, idle and chatter
We was in the Chi before we knew the ladder
up till your time's up, but daily reminder
My daily operation is to spark the
Salutation to the nation of the and hooligans
That knew me we was boxing niggas up in Julian
The bond that I have the Quran and the math
talk, I'm walking a king's walk
Watch it vibrate, while I take the off
Straight out of where they get that lean off
Fiends cough for serum, hitters rally rally it's Durham
You in Illinois, we don't know what can 'em
I'm sicker than most of them from the 'Go so the don't end
Come get it bae like you Oakland
I'm in the building and this my opening
I'm posturing niggas that were supposed to been
Doper than, pussy than fallopian

are the sounds of days that are passed

Kick in the door the .44
Casing the floorboards, in the Waldorf
I will board a jet cheap, fly the way for to get deep
To show your crew my immortal
I'll elaborate, pistols and extendos
Hidden inside three or four hundred crates
If we at war, exaggerate
Sweep up the streets the clique clean
Shoot you we watch the tables turn like a twig scene
sweeper, knock his head clean off his body
Then keep sweeping long enough to off his body
Lean off the then fly a nigga queen off to Cabo
Then her feeding me papayas and grapes, I'm an acquired taste
If you don't me, acquire some taste
And all I talk about is
All you do is test pros, I'll shoot you while you
to all my brothers and my sisters out in Ferguson
The want us shot
And you gon be the to drop in front of that donut shop

We record a new of history

I kick my of visvum
Sneakers and developed the new now
With Planet I got me a plaque
And a Grammy I'm goin' zoo now
Me still be irrelevant, then became the
In the now (is he gon' ever fall off)
No, I walk by a so tough guy
Watch him me nervous, after I passed him
He gon' get the street life for
He gon' turn the other like
A done assed job, sittin right
In front of a plastic
I jump in the black suburban
Snatch the curtain, wrappin' R&B act in it
After I squeeze 21 entries, and it ain't no to ask for ID's
I'm certain that if you me, that it shall get windy
And it's right that Mack 10 is workin', click
And it ain't no I in me in the that I am
you fire, and the fire comes after the Earth Wind
Wooh, in his Prhyme, I'm in my Prhyme