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 like those

Allow me to put some on you coons
Too much success, um, here comes your
They told you 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 you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids bastards
Having to ask executives for daddy records
Sounding like blind Melle, jelly
in my eyes, you can tell I'm violent
I might go diving inside a female 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 jail bout eight go "oh well" post bail bout nine-ish
I that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it then check out it
Then my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out divas
They drugged out out receivers
I meet at their stash place, heat them
Then tell they better drag race the fuck away from me
Or get their mug shot Bieber
I him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 will give him the same luck's got
I represent the haves and whatnots
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 should
(So you saying yo, keep playing y'all niggas will burn)
You should
(Fuck the world)

or jail, clips inserted
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 they're gon rock, paper, scissors wit your life
I'm more spiritual at night
Cause in the air more like a pimping Nike
bike, the white American kryptonite
Living a scripted
A different picket, type
Whoever fixing chicken rice, I'll spend the
In the go home to my wife
she try and sell my shit
Ninety nine sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty niggas is praying the hell I
The baddest bitches, the last bitches you ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia getting to cities
City after city niggas paying for the love of ass and titties

You should
(But you really want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, stop 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 why y'all so highly regarded
You rhyme like you're borderline mildly
I show you my father done started
A rhyme on a god level, the artist
follow artists who target their audience
But not me, I the artist, follow the target
Holding a strap, it at sinners
And that's when I tell them Kobe to Shaq
You and I'm tired of your jogging
Shoot at their till 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 under stage
Had his place fan parts
And called shit crowd precipitation
I'm premier than my own DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my womb with a box cutter
Lyrical spitting image that mirrors the of Slim
None of these rappers can with me, I work with them

You know
(But you don't want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You know
(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 Adrian 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)