Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Know

Rock, rock, on
Rock, rock, on
I'm going to you the truth whether you like it or not
Can I it?
Yes
No more like those

Allow me to put sense on you coons
Too much success, um, comes your doom
told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and you that there's footprints on the moon
You to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters, kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for daddy records
Sounding like blind Melle, son?
Look in my eyes, you can I'm violent
I might go diving inside a fine on the Maldives island
I vow to fail my phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail bout eight go "oh well" then post bail nine-ish
I treat that bitch like a hotel, check in it then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest it
rap niggas bugged out like divas
They drugged out out receivers
I them at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them they better drag race the fuck away me
Or get mug shot like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop while he
This .45 give him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and buck

You should
(But you really want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, stop fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, playing y'all niggas will burn)
You know
(Fuck the world)

or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born, same a man is murdered
The and end
You on a playing killer with your knife
a gun you're an option
Be cut out for the
Or they're gon play rock, paper, scissors wit your
I'm more spiritual at night
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
bike, the white American kryptonite
Living a life
A picket, different type
Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll the night
In the morning go to my wife
Before she try and my shit
nine percent sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is the hell I slip
The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever
Would've had getting dragged to cities
City after niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties

You know
(But you really want nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, stop fronting)
You know
(So what you saying yo, keep playing y'all will burn)
You should
(Fuck the world)

(Pick it up)
I don't know why so highly regarded
You rhyme like you're borderline retarded
I show you what my father done
A rhyme on a god level, the artist
Y'all follow artists who their audience
But not me, I target the artist, the target
a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I tell like Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of your
Shoot at their feet till the start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
Fuck you and your damn
And crowd participation
I'm putting a land mine your stage
Had his raining fan parts
And called shit crowd precipitation
I'm more premier my own DJ and Pac's brother
I out of my momma's womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image mirrors the birth of Slim
None of these rappers can work with me, I with them

You know
(But you don't want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, playing y'all niggas will burn)
You should
(Fuck the world)

On the
You have own Dwele
the instruments
We
The incomparable Young
And on the wheels of
DJ

(I've seen, and I see it
I'm not the kind of person who come here and say you like)