Luyện nghe bài hát Writtin' Rhymes

it out

This is how I wanna it
I bullshitted in the
(Forbid)
I had to get my up off the ladies
Like these things

A beam and shiny rings
See this is how we do
When you're fuckin' the kings of the streets

New is all respected
But still we it hectic
In places where we be
we from, Timbaland
(VA)

See that's my man so understand things
niggas thinkin' 'bout cream
Me and Magoo, realize we roll with CRU
All respect to, that's why your girl ain't you

We the card in the steez
We got the keys to the bed where you rest
Your is based on stress
So relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist

And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the 'Last
It's easy past, when I'm runnin' your lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' your Mercedes, so what,

If writtin' rhymes is all they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything
(They don't gotta do else)
Say what, say what, say

If writtin' rhymes is all that wanna do
(That they do)
They don't gotta do anything
(They gotta do)
They don't gotta else y'all, check it

Dick 'em, Court VD, now I'm sick 'em
Ate a pack of cheese now I bullshit with 'em
'em, nigga when you're down, look I got to get cha
Get with the crime, that's the wrong picture

I'm in a zone like a on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay blown
Hah, yeah yo, put nick out the
You quick but, bitch, yeah, you're too slow

Get on your knees like a dog and ya fleas
Somebody on the phone wanna talk to your
But I got my life, and Mary what's the
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you ta fuckin' run

Get out the way 'cause my suicidal
I'm the rebel when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy
Son of a 'cause he a son and you's a bitch
Me die for you, girl, go your own bitch

If writtin' rhymes is all that wanna do
(Say what, that they do)
don't gotta do anything else
(They gotta do
They gotta do anything else, baby, say what)

If writtin' rhymes is all that wanna do
They don't gotta do anything
(Check it out, it out, say what, say what, say what)

If writtin' is all that they wanna do
They don't do anything else
(They don't gotta do anything
They don't gotta do, say what, don't want)

If writtin' rhymes is all that they do
don't gotta do anything else
(They don't gotta do else)
it out, baby, we're talking to you

Hear beat, it's done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know I'm sayin'?
People always try to bite me, yo, but they bite this one
They might try but you what? You got to pay up

A samplin' fee if you bit me, like that, like
It's the beat, that, Ginuwine, like that
Aaliyah, like that, playa, that
Big Rob, that, Big E, like that

Of course, my man M A G O O and me
D, we out for 97E, can't forget my man Elliot
Only one, it out, baby
The fight begun, we out