Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometime I'm alone 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 forget it, I get
Like a in position with the stolen card the credit

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

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

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

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

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

The go is I'm from and where I'm at, jack
I started eating cat I was 10
Before I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong a little bump and grind

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

My style is steep, I rhymes 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 a good son, come on