Luyện nghe bài hát Wrektime

[Where Brooklyn at?]

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

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

[Sent to represent the heads,
the on the scene, now all the bumbaclot talk must dead.
I walk the of stress and tension,
hit the Benz then hit the spliff with my
and mad wreck with my man Tek] I am what I am
[That's why my fans respect when I slam sets.
I front for you, your 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' charged with my 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, be back, right now I'm out to smoke the next sack.]

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

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

Chorus 4x
Chorus 2x

and we out like that...
(okay, we to rock...)