Luyện nghe bài hát Wrektime

[Where Brooklyn at?]

You're too light to fight, you're too thin to win,
and who ya call when I break your glass chin?
Rippa, slicker than your sista.
Turn the lights, she got hit by the Vicksta.
a lid on your lip so your wig won't get split.
Better have your cocked, my hand's comin' off my hip.
This nigga pumped the lead, that ass fled,
three of your wounded, three of your men dead.
Time to hop to Iron (hillyyyy), to my (spillyyyyyyy),
Flat Foot comin' deep (hillbillyyyyy).
Can't the sirens, gotta block 'em out my mind,
I gotta get so I can do more crime.
See my brethrens down the block, risin' up out spot,
puffin' meth in the hood the spot is hot.
My Timbs ease by stompin' next when I'm vexed,
throw up your dick-beaters, kid, time to flex.

Chorus 4x
[I am I am] / And I do what I do
[Puff mad lye] / Catch wreck my crew

[Sent to the real heads,
the dreads on the scene, now all the talk must dead.
I the fence of stress and tension,
hit the then hit the spliff with my friends
and mad wreck with my man Tek] I am what I am
[That's why my fans show respect when I sets.
I don't front for you, crew, even a stunt,
roll up the blunts, real niggas do what they want.
Big up to all criminaaaals, the ill politicaaaal,
and all Camp Generaaaals.
I be gettin' with my squad on the project step
and regret when my mob flex.
Glam to the man that sham when I hit 'em with tricks or 4-5-6 I'm gamblin.
Collect trap then add it to my fat stacks,
chill, I'll be back, right now I'm out to smoke the sack.]

Chorus 2x
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck my crew]
Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew]
I am I am / [And I do what I do]

Tek: goin' down. [Steele: The deal has been set and it's ready]
Strap up the arms it's time to be jetty.
[Ya violated when you crossed that thin line.]
Tresspassed in and now you're all mine.
[Here booooyyyy] One move and you're dead.
[Got my cocked and they're pointed at your head]
Your DEAD AND STINKIN', TIED DOWN WITH BRICKS AND
EAST SINKIN'.
Got my hoodie on and my boots, troop.
[Kick your whole row of fronts out, Dupe]
Ya best protect your before you tow out it, G.
[I'm halfway sane, what the Lord tells me]
But I to disregard fuzz [smoke buzz]
And in the Camp with the rest of the THUGS, 'cause
[I am, I am, and I do what I do]
Puff mad lye, catch with my crew.

Chorus 4x
Chorus 2x

Smif-N-Wessun and we out that...
(okay, we to rock...)