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 days like

Allow me to put sense on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your
They told you niggas the the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the
You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you won
And they keep your masters, your kids become
Having to ask executives for daddy records
Sounding like blind Melle, jelly
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm
I might go diving inside a fine female on the Maldives
I vow to never fail my phonics until I'm real
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail bout eight go "oh well" then post bail bout
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 them at their 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 stop he reading
This .45 will him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas that used to cut class to cash and buck shots

You know
(But you really want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, stop 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 born, same time a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing with your knife
a gun you're an option
Be cut out for the
Or gon play rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm usually more at night
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
bike, the white American kryptonite
Living a life
A different picket, different
Whoever fixing chicken rice, spend the night
In the morning go home to my
Before she try and sell my
Ninety nine percent that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty is praying the hell I slip
The baddest bitches, the last you would've ever imagined
had chlamydia getting dragged to cities
City after city niggas paying for the love of ass and titties

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

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

You know
(But you don't really nothing)
You should
(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 Detroit's own
Providing the
We
The incomparable Young
And on the wheels of
DJ

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