Luyện nghe bài hát You Should Know

Rock, rock, on
Rock, rock, on
I'm to tell 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 doom
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 keep your masters, your kids become bastards
Having to ask for their daddy records
like blind Melle, jelly son?
Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm
I go diving 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 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
Then my niggas, let the rest doubt it
These rap niggas bugged out divas
They out thugged out receivers
I meet them at their stash place, heat
Then tell them they better drag race the away from me
Or get their mug like Bieber
I him at the bus stop while he reading
This .45 give him the same holler luck's got
I represent the must haves and
Niggas used to cut class to touch cash and buck shots

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

or jail, clips inserted
A baby's being born, same time a man is
The and end
You on a block playing with your knife
Without a gun an option
Be cut out for the
Or they're gon play rock, paper, wit your life
I'm usually spiritual at night
Cause in the air more like a pimping Nike
Whipping bike, the American kryptonite
Living a life
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 percent sure that she gon try and smell my dick
Thirsty is praying the hell I slip
The baddest bitches, the last bitches you would've ever
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 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 mildly retarded
I show you what my father done
A rhyme on a god level, the godliest
follow 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 tell them Kobe to Shaq
You lazy and I'm tired of your
Shoot at their feet till the start
I'm going H.A.M. in the
you and your damn charts
And your participation
I'm putting a land mine under stage
Had his place raining fan
And that shit crowd precipitation
I'm more premier my own DJ and Pac's brother
I came out of my momma's womb with a box
Lyrical spitting that mirrors the birth of Slim
None of these rappers can work with me, I work with

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

On the
You have own Dwele
Providing the
We
The Adrian Young
And on the of steel
DJ

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