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 like

Allow me to put some sense on you
Too much success, um, here comes your
told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn and tell you that there's footprints on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so they can say you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids become
Having to ask executives for their records
Sounding like blind Melle, son?
in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside a fine on the Maldives island
I vow to fail my phonics until I'm real iconic
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to bout eight go "oh well" then post bail bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, in it then check out it
tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap bugged out like divas
They drugged out out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, heat
Then them they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get mug shot like Bieber
I him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 will give him the holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas that used to cut to touch cash and buck shots

You know
(But you don't really 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)

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

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

You know
(But you really want 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)

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

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