Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Know

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

Allow me to put some sense on you
Too much success, um, here your doom
They told you the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the
You to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids bastards
Having to ask executives for their daddy
Sounding blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can I'm violent
I might go inside a fine female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my 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 it's a hotel, in it then check out it
Then tell my niggas, let the rest it
These rap niggas out like divas
They out thugged out receivers
I them at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug shot Bieber
I catch him at the bus while he reading
This .45 will him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to cash and buck shots

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

or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born, time a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing killer your knife
Without a gun an option
Be cut out for the
Or they're gon rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm usually more at night
Cause in the air more like a pimping Nike
bike, the white American kryptonite
Living a scripted
A different picket, type
Whoever fixing chicken rice, spend the night
In the morning go home to my
Before she try and my shit
Ninety nine sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying the I slip
The baddest bitches, the last bitches you ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia dragged to cities
after city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties

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

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

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

On the
You Detroit's own Dwele
Providing the
We
The Adrian Young
And on the of steel
DJ

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