Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase racism, I'm as large as a bigot
is my escapism when I'm bubbly I just 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 left right to tight
When it's time for action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected, I'm on some hi-tech shit want to bite
Your is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
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 styles like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and with I elope

Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the
Anti-Nazi when I rocks like a
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them
They house the shit so they had to rent to own

It's like that, coming the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and hoe Patra
So keep on and you don't, now 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 mind I hear a wack-ass
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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