Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Nice

Yo me up some b!
I'm about to lace
it out
I'm not a joke b!
think I'm not nice
This is for punk muthafuckas!
Yo yo yo yo yo yo!
See the drug game was the man's sport
That's what Cam thought so everyday I had a hundred bought
In the transport inside the Jansport
An game
We ain't care who we
was all the same until Juli came with a moody aim
You the mayor nigga
A fight jerk
like a kind host but gettin time for a roach
A little
That's when yo, I said I'm with these bimbos
It's easier to hoes, nowadays they simp hoe
It don't much to make her
take her to a place where It's nice
Show her the ice and might give her a fur
Cause girls I control classy
Old and
Old and
I ain't gonna front that nigga Gold he me
But now I'm flowin fastly, rollin
Just a while ago I was rollin
We was on the low wit
But now what we
A rolls and lavish
My girl yo she slices
A benz is what my drives
You know nigga
Executive
But she me and loves
Don't let your head her slug
Until she out and layed out
of blood
A thick chick that will hit quick
Do anything for the dick
You know what that puzzles me?
I find shit a riddle
How come you got a lot?
People say you got a
Like they say you act a little
Cause you got a litte
And you did a little and
Made a little
Oh, you my favorite
Oh, you think you a star
you got a little fans and you drive a little car
I prove all are liars
Saying that they got a
Hang em up on a wire
Yo, you you got attire
To the point Stoudamire
I'm a harsh nigga
That drink liquor
A six car getter
You know
He ain't
He's a figure
Platinum
with Jews
Chills up at barmitzfah's
He the hooligans
Now we eat at
Ed Lover and Doctor Dre
We told them Who the Man
Pulled the toast out on these one time
And Cuda ran
You that I'm a skitzo
Who to calypso
But I'm though
And old school like Hungry Hungry
Ask my Queens niggas where I get bimbo
Now I beat up
Eat up
Ask my man how I beat up
And I'm out of work
I got to re-up
sells pies
Drink Cris' to St. Ides
Every hit my bank
And no I ain't high!
been hotter
Since I was in hittin pinatas
You win
on I got put on by Mase and Big Poppa
So I'm glad you sat
I ain't want Un to pull the gats down
You scrap
I heard you back down
But me I never back
My mother, she can sign
I know you're thinkin' that It's bout that
To say nigga I wanna rewind
So go ahead and rewind it