Luyện nghe bài hát Yung Spike Lee

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

[Verse 1: Darnell
It's the feelin', the feelin' so sick of the feelin'
The writin' prescriptions because my mental work different
think I'm stupid and timid, I say tormented and gifted
I put that weight on my shoulders, of you hoes couldn't lift it
Where is my bitches and swishas? Them two be my spirits
My mama told me the truth, I was just too high to it
Felt you too broke to fear it, Satan been my spirit
I pray to God when they shootin', I it's loud hope he hear it
I'm in the 40s with (what up), on MLK
Nah, I ain't bangin' but I live that shit every day
I'm that with the frames and the Michigan plates
The one these wanna fuck but this dick ain't free
Bitch, I'm an MVP from the of the D
Nah, fuck the coatin', bitch, I'm the best of the D
Got a problem, insta tweet, DM my to me
I reply every time, that fuck what you think, LOL

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

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

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

[Chorus: Williams]
What's a critic to a like me?
Pull wifey in a fuckin' white tee
Turn the lights out 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 stop threes
the lights out then I do the right thing
Shoot a fuckin' flick, bitch, I'm Spike Lee