Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Know

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

me to put some sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your
They 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 keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for daddy records
Sounding like Melle, jelly son?
in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives island
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" then post bail nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then out it
Then tell my niggas, let the doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out like
They drugged out out receivers
I meet at their stash place, heat them
Then tell them they better drag race the away from me
Or get their mug shot Bieber
I catch him at the bus while he reading
This .45 will give him the holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
that used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots

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

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

You should
(But you really want nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You should
(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 you what my father done started
A on a god level, the godliest artist
Y'all follow who target their audience
But not me, I the artist, follow the target
a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I tell like Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm of your jogging
Shoot at their feet the dance start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
Fuck you and your charts
And your participation
I'm putting a land mine your stage
Had his place fan parts
And called that crowd precipitation
I'm more than my own DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my momma's womb with a box
Lyrical spitting image mirrors the birth of Slim
None of these rappers can work me, I work with them

You should
(But you really want nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, stop fronting)
You should
(So what you yo, keep 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 and say what you like)