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 more days those

Allow me to put sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your
They told you niggas the sky's the
they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the moon
You to fame 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 like blind Melle, son?
in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go inside a fine female on the Maldives island
I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm iconic
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail bout eight go "oh well" then bail bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then out it
tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap bugged out like divas
drugged out thugged out receivers
I meet them at stash place, heat them
tell 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
.45 will give him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots

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

Freedom or jail, inserted
A baby's being born, same a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing killer with your
a gun you're an option
Be cut out for the
Or they're gon rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm usually more at night
Cause murder's in the air more a pimping Nike
Whipping bike, the white American
Living a scripted
A picket, different type
Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the
In the morning go to my wife
Before she try and sell my
Ninety nine percent that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is the hell I slip
The baddest bitches, the bitches you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to
City after city niggas paying 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 what you saying yo, keep playing y'all niggas burn)
You know
(Fuck the world)

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

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

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

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