Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

1:]
The nerve of these niggas, they acting like they done already it
Practice perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden
These lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement should be the
My denim made by respected Asians, I amazing
My shirt so crazy I get away some Sketchers Shape-Ups
Such a lie for I get up out these Nike's
Number five don't even know the price
Bitch, we like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we
Gold bottles, flow getting me
With like Randy Macho Man out the toro
I'm a slim jim, it's to your lady
Now Benz friend, I'm sliding in that new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she just likes to get
And I bet she see the light, know that's Franklin

2:]
Look, is this what you Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy even though I'm living with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you really it?
When women who never you is showing you so much of it
niggas respect me, I ain't switch up my image
Real respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad that I'm
They got opinions, but got no
pop a pistol, pop up a midget
God 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
Don't own a mirror, but made a million simply
Tell my respecters on X, I apply the pressure
closed from a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do for the coaching
And I'm I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you gone need some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, head off theirselves