Luyện nghe bài hát Yung Spike Lee

[Intro: Williams]
What's a critic to a like me?
What's a to a nigga like me?
a critic to a nigga like me?
Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I'm young Lee

1: Darnell Williams]
It's the feelin', the so fuckin' sick of the feelin'
The doctor's writin' prescriptions because my work different
They think I'm stupid and timid, I say and gifted
I put that weight on my shoulders, of you hoes couldn't lift it
Where is my bitches and Them two be liftin' my spirits
My mama me the truth, I was just too high to hear it
Felt you too to fear it, Satan been chokin' my spirit
I pray to God they shootin', I know it's loud hope he hear it
I'm in the 40s Crips (what up), on MLK
Nah, I ain't but I live that shit like every day
I'm that nigga with the and the Michigan plates
The one these hoes wanna fuck but dick ain't free
Bitch, I'm an MVP the west of the D
Nah, the sugar coatin', bitch, I'm the best of the D
Got a problem, tweet, DM my message to me
I reply every time, that nigga fuck you think, LOL

[Chorus: Darnell
a critic to a nigga like me?
Pull your wifey in a white tee
Turn the lights out I do the right thing
Shoot a flick, bitch, I'm young Spike Lee
Bitch, I'm young Spike Lee, bitch, I'm young Lee
Bitch, I'm young Lee and my dead stop threes
Turn the lights out I do the right thing
Shoot a flick, bitch, I'm young Spike Lee

2: Casey Veggies]
Ayy, now get the fuck out your feelings, I give your chick the business
Make a movie like Spike, I play the roll as a
I'm not or dealin', I got my mind on a million
I worried 'bout the hustle, got my own way to get it
landed in LA, Darnell scooped me in the 6
Ask him, "Who whip is this?" He it's, "District Virginia"
Like man, she me some chips and I ain't pourin' up zips
I been outta the country, yeah, Spanish currency

[Verse 3: Darnell
I been out in Hollywood, gettin' paid to direct
Smack the shit out a who won't be quiet on set
Ain't no smiles in my town, bitch, I'm as as it get
He trade the summer [?], he kill whoever you
I wish I could give a fuck but shit don't pay the rent
Don't really care for you niggas, the U.S. government
And you know, you goin' 'cause you lack common sense
Want 40 acres, keep the mule, I girl number 6, shit

[Chorus: Darnell
What's a critic to a nigga me?
Pull wifey in a fuckin' white tee
the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I'm Spike Lee
Bitch, I'm young Spike Lee, bitch, I'm Spike Lee
Bitch, I'm young Spike Lee and my dead stop
Turn the lights out then I do the right
a fuckin' flick, bitch, I'm young Spike Lee