Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I'm as as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when I'm I just kick it
What I need from you is 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 Cognac, I can't hold back like a masseuse
I get like a screw turned from left right to tight
When it's time for action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tee told me, "You get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off the style 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 like a with my rap, rappers I slap box
Back I got my rap, now get your out the black face
Got tall flavor fat taste, the rat race is a rat race

Just 'cause you got with the fat laces
And the fro don't you hip-hop, tou sorry excuse for funk rap
Why is so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit's to come back

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

But comes a time when you gotta get off of booty
The of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like Tootie 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 just a good son, on