Luyện nghe bài hát Writtin' Rhymes

it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya
Somebody on the wanna talk to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and what's the 411?
Niggas get when I rhyme, you best 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 bitch he a son and you's a bitch
Me die for you, girl, go dick your own

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

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

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

Hear this beat, it's by me
I do them ill beats, ya know I'm sayin'?
People try to bite me, yo, but they can't bite this one
They might try but you know You got to pay up

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

Of course, my man M A G O O and me
Jimmy D, we out for 97E, forget my man Elliot
Only one, it out, baby
The fight begun, we out