Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Know

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

Allow me to put some on you coons
Too much success, um, comes your doom
They you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and you that there's footprints on the moon
You rise to and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for their daddy
Sounding blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm
I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives
I vow to never 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" post bail bout nine-ish
I treat that like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it
Then my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out divas
They drugged out thugged out
I meet at their stash place, heat them
Then them they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get mug shot like Bieber
I catch him at the bus stop he reading
This .45 will give him the holler luck's got
I represent the must and whatnots
that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots

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

Freedom or jail, clips
A baby's born, same time a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing with your knife
Without a gun you're an
Be cut out for the
Or gon play rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm usually more spiritual at
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
Whipping bike, the white American
Living a life
A different picket, type
fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the night
In the go home to my wife
she try and sell my shit
Ninety nine sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty is praying the hell I slip
The bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia dragged to cities
City after city niggas paying cash for the of ass and titties

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

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

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

On the
You Detroit's own Dwele
Providing the
We
The incomparable Adrian
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)