Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Straight

Yeah, yeah, what the fuck I gotta about now?
Nigga you think weatherin' the storm
And comin' from the extremes I from
You think call all the way and get scared?

Nah I'ma motherfuckin' win
if all this shit go out the window right now man
I'm all too familiar with this
My I'm straight ya dig? Please believe that shit man hey

You can the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight hey shawty, I'm

Hey you can keep the dancers and the
The and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners
And I'm hey shawty I'm straight

I gotta of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glit's but shawty I don't that
My was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to one

Had a hundred ones, I bought a flipped another one
Sold my little three eighty and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some
hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin' but a young

Buck, niggaz say, Then he see me raise up
Just see the little boy wit' nuts exchange
Old niggaz face soon
I spray the nigga's whole face up
Wet the nigga the waist up

They try you once and you pull a
And then tell 'em don't play wit 'em
I'm in the dope game and don't care of catchin' no case bruh
You can to me, that's intentionally

Another nigga that it's too for
Hey wait bruh, bet any came from that?
Who it all the day
I bet he say he changed from

Hey you can keep the and the fame, the haters and the lames
Just gimme some cocaine and wood I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm

Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the and the crown
in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm straight hey shawty I'm

Okay now, now I spit it, I spit it how I live it
Every verse I ever gave ya, it was fact, fiction
I'ma Livin' Legend no stuntin', no
You can my track record, I'm highly respected

I'ma gangsta in the game, go ask Lil'
Ask Judge Johnson, how many times he saw my
For, 'pistol here, pistol there,' here, violation here'
ask Rank, I ran the jail when I was there

I held it down, ever I go
When I'm in the A the King, or in Detroit in the snow
I'ma pro, whether it's snow or movin' 'dro
between me and you, I can get it for the low

But nuttin', everybody say they gotta story
Mine on 'Larry King,' is on 'Maury'
At the end of the day, it to won't go away
I guarantee The of the Streetz that you pray

You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the
gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm hey shawty, I'm straight

Hey you can the dancers and the boppers
The and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, boy at my partners
And I'm straight hey I'm straight

bitch, I ride two seaters
It's a cold world, so I keep two
I'm straight, you betta ask
fact nigga you can just ask me me

A little over aggressive, yeah, I just be
But half the in the hood just like me damn
You wonder why a nigga eight balls all day?
You should try standin' around wit' eight all day

Somebody pray for me, I know nothin' else
Why should I help you, when you ain't to help yourself
I in this game, fresh out the streets, yeah
Who you kiddin' nigga, I put my life on beats, yeah

Fuck broke, this a reality check
you mad at ya girl, ya betta check reality
Gotta crawl 'fore you walk, you think before you talk
Damn right they gon' hate, 'cause them aren't straight

Hey you can keep the game and the fame, the haters and the
Just gimme some and some wood I can slang
And I'm straight hey, shawty I'm

Hey you can keep the clones and the clowns, the throne and the
known in the town that I'm holdin' it down
So I'm hey shawty I'm straight

Say what it do? Young C know what I'm talkin 'bout?
Yeah, nigga me to speak on some 'king' shit, know what I'm sayin'?
On the y'know young nigga T.I. jumped out there
he was the king of the south

He ruffled a lotta niggaz' feathers
But niggaz didn't really understand what the was talkin 'bout
and uh so everybody had it twisted but
Me I understood from the get go that what the was tryin' to put
In these motherfuckin' ass niggaz' faces

Was the fact that it's a whole bunch of down here
And as long as you takin' care of yo'
And doin' king you a king
What niggaz shoulda been tryin' to do
Was tryin' to get to the nigga
And get some understandin' about the type of
He was to put in these motherfuckin' niggaz' ear holes

what I'm sayin'?
So I'm layin' back I'm watchin' the from the sideline
Know what I'm talkin'
And I'm seein' all these ol' ass niggaz out here
Talkin' they this and they that, but they really ain't doin' nothin'

'Cause they motherfuckin' paper ain't
I see them in the street, they diamonds fake
Know what I'm 'bout?
shit ain't cut right, ya shit ain't right
Shit and chipped up, know what I'm talkin 'bout?
And them niggaz talkin they trill niggaz'

even know what the motherfuckin' word mean
Know what I'm talkin This comin' from the O.G. style trill
Know I'm talkin 'bout? Not these ol' fake ass niggaz
Tryin' to come on the scene later on and tryin' to take glory for shit
Some niggaz paid dues for, know what I'm talkin 'bout?

So this is what is, we bringin' and Texas together
All you ol' bitch ass that ain't down wit' the play
Move on to the side, all you old school rappers 'Pac say
You niggaz flabby, lookin' like Larry
Back yo bitch ass up and, and, and, and around for the south
'Cause it's our time to shine, what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Now let's do this