Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase like racism, I'm as large as a
Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I kick it
What I need from you is understanding I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own

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 shit computers want to bite
Your is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links

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

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

It's that, coming 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

when 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, forget it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position with the stolen card the

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

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

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

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

Just 'cause you got Adidas the fat laces
And the fro don't make you hip-hop, tou sorry for funk rap
Why is there so cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real starting 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 bump and grind

But comes a time when you get off of that booty
The facts of life I learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like cause she got big titties

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