Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I like racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I kick it
What I need from you is understanding that I'm
On my own two, down my own crew

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to off
When I'm off Cognac, I can't hold back like a masseuse
I get loose like a screw turned from left to tight
When it's for some action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a life for his
Dissected, I'm on some hi-tech computers want to bite
Your style is Pascal, is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links

And if knowledge is the key, I'm the locksmith
Started a missionary way on my life, the mic I like bostage
I switch like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and with I elope

Walking down the with styles I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I rocks a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest I loaned them microphones
They couldn't house the shit so had to rent to own

It's like that, coming the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe
So on and you don't, now come on
Ah keep on and you

Sometime when I'm in my room I stare at the wall
And in the back of my I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position the stolen card the credit

Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows me, "Never", they be like, "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm much too, I do to poetics
That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, fuck you, you!"

Other come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the up, brothers look out because they look
in peace to 'Heavena', washing tons of rappers like Booker

Tee me, "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the that's through?
It's that, keep on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of that rock they hat cock
I'm real a fight with my rap, rappers I slap box
I got my rap, now get your glock out the black face
Got tall flavor fat taste, the rat race is a rat race

Just 'cause you got Adidas the fat laces
And the fro make you hip-hop, tou sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
The real starting to come back

The go is where I'm from and I'm at, jack
I started eating cat I was 10
Before I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind

But comes a time when you gotta get off of booty
The facts of I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But in the big city
But I still like Tootie she got big titties

My style is steep, I write on the incline
Splat guts fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, you're just a good son, on