Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real who really got sent
Flown on the edge, got the ledge out of the window
Bird chest witcha winderous
Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a sack
Puny little better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the heart
You cramped up you and your team, I'm up
And you can't dib me

My shine, the is on your mind?
Little rappers better hit the grind
brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it
Not only did I penetrate it I ran it
My music comes on and we at the dance
Inside of your or inside of my pants?
Musical intention that we is vast
You sick, a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your

Oh well, then comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on sellin' friends
Now party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal, I'm in zone
It's rap time for you, that nap time
Preachin' from my joint, the I'ma clap mine
Singin songs of 6 pence it's
your at the end like the sixth sense

Heavy hitters shit out the park
You couldn't even really play tell me why did you
sharp blades laced with bleach
You wanna around kid, I'm not a walk at the beach
A in the park or your playground
Put on your headphones, tell me how grenades
Put on your and go underneath the town
abstract how I gets down

All my bitches, dance if you that you dam sure
Let your drip on the floor if you wanna
Get
That, that gats
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they
Get

Blick, sick
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on your good
And blow up the spot for all of you that's how we
Get

with the brand new quickly we pan to
The young black man intentions to ban you
Seems that people an aid today
So fade away, so many fiend to stay
I really rhyme I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act raps so they cop rings
Or maybe because they was young
They was fronted on and left to have they own fun
Now all grown up to be
I'm giving you the will you tie up the lassos

You swing dangling from peach
While I sip my in the south west breeze
Writing so exciting the pen it
Drippin' out gems that's converted to hems and
be hummin' it from now to they next to kin
My family is starvin', you they want me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
a check in my name to my office
Mutombo in the lane, yo I it
Abstract comin' witness the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off