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 some sense on you
Too much success, um, here comes your
They you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's on the moon
You rise to fame and die, so they can say that you won
And keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask executives for their daddy
like 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 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 it's a hotel, check in it then check out it
tell my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas out like divas
They out thugged out receivers
I meet them at stash place, heat them
Then tell them they better drag race the away from me
Or get mug shot like Bieber
I catch him at the bus while he reading
This .45 will give him the same holler got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and shots

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

or jail, clips inserted
A being born, same time 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 play rock, paper, scissors wit your
I'm usually spiritual at night
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
Whipping bike, the white American
a scripted life
A different picket, different
Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the
In the morning go to my wife
Before she try and my shit
nine percent sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying the hell I
The bitches, the last bitches you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to
City after niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties

You know
(But you really want nothing)
You should
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You know
(So what you saying yo, keep 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 borderline mildly retarded
I show you what my done started
A rhyme on a god level, the artist
Y'all follow artists who their audience
But not me, I target the artist, follow the
a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I tell them Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of jogging
Shoot at their feet the dance start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
Fuck you and your damn
And your participation
I'm a land mine under your stage
Had his raining fan parts
And called shit crowd precipitation
I'm premier 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 these rappers can work with me, I work them

You know
(But you don't 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 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)