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

me to put some sense on you coons
Too much success, um, comes your doom
told you niggas the sky's the limit
Then they turn around and tell you that there's footprints on the
You to fame and die, so they can say that you barely won
And they keep your masters, your kids bastards
Having to ask executives for their records
like blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm
I might go diving inside a fine female on the island
I vow to never fail my until I'm real iconic
And you can me in a cell, I got it
I go to jail bout go "oh well" then post bail bout nine-ish
I treat that bitch like it's a hotel, check in it check out it
Then my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas out like divas
They out thugged out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, them
Then tell them they better drag race the away from me
Or get their mug shot like
I him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 will him the same holler luck's got
I the must haves and whatnots
Niggas that used to cut class to touch cash and shots

You should
(But you don't 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)

or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born, time a man is murdered
The and end
You on a block playing killer 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 spiritual at
Cause murder's in the air more like a Nike
Whipping bike, the American kryptonite
Living a scripted
A different picket, different
Whoever fixing rice, I'll spend the night
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 you would've ever imagined
Would've had chlamydia getting dragged to
City city niggas paying cash for the love of ass and titties

You should
(But you really want nothing)
You know
(Talk a lot of shit, motherfucking fronting)
You should
(So what you saying yo, keep playing 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 mildly
I you what my father done started
A on a god level, the godliest artist
follow artists who target their audience
But not me, I target the artist, follow the
a strap, pointing it at sinners
And that's when I them like Kobe to Shaq
You and I'm tired of your jogging
Shoot at their feet the dance start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
Fuck you and your damn
And crowd participation
I'm putting a mine under your stage
Had his raining fan parts
And called that shit crowd
I'm more premier than my own DJ and brother
I came out of my momma's womb a box cutter
Lyrical spitting that mirrors the birth of Slim
None of these can work with me, I work with them

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

On the
You have Detroit's own
the instruments
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 come here and say you like)