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
these worldly things

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get on your knees like a dog and ya fleas
Somebody on the phone wanna to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and Mary the 411?
get shook 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 Idol
Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and a bitch
Me die for you, girl, go dick own bitch

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

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

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

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

Hear this beat, it's by me
I do them ill beats, ya know what I'm
People always try to bite me, yo, but they can't bite 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, that, Ginuwine, like that
Aaliyah, like that, playa, like
Big Rob, that, Big E, like that

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 fight begun, we out