Luyện nghe bài hát Getaway

I hate my job so I always look to a day//
Far from New York city on a tropical
But not in
'Cause these white Cuban anti-Castros can't me//
That's the reason I'll never win a up latin grammy//
After this latinos will god damn me//
But my black people love
And when i go to South America try to hug me
Cause I talk about reality that them//
And even though I blew up I could never them//
What kind of revolutionary would that be//
I'd be catogorized with every other emcee//
But never 'cause I'm clever with facts//
Sever your raps, fake players and thugs forever be wack//
I'm still rollin' with my squadron strapped//
And even if I get killed I'll be back//
Encyclopedia over digital debt//
Don't compare me to small minded criminal kats//
I kill kids on tracks like Earnhart//
Spit on your face and leave your with a burn mark//
I was born a but I learned to be street smart//
My just started I'm out to the Caribbean//
in dominican women the colour of cinnamon//
You motherfuckers wish you had the style I'm living in//

[East coast to west coast and everything stuck in
This is dedicated to everybody chasing their
This fabulous life really ain't what it seems//
But make it 'cause I got survival stuck in my genes]
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