Luyện nghe bài hát Writtin' Rhymes

it out

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

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

New York is all
But still we keep it
In places we be wreckin'
we from, Timbaland
(VA)

See that's my man so understand these
Three niggas 'bout cream
Me and Magoo, realize we roll with CRU
All respect to, that's why your girl lovin' you

We peep the card in the
We even got the to the bed where you rest
Your life is on stress
So just relax, kid because my days are in the mist

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

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

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

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

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

Get on knees like a dog and scratch ya fleas
Somebody on the phone talk to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and what's the 411?
Niggas get shook I rhyme, you best ta fuckin' run

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

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

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

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

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

Hear this beat, done by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm
People always try to bite me, yo, but they can't this one
They might try but you know 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, like that, Big E, like

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