Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

I'm not going to sit and watch this go on any longer
You know they put my in the dark
And expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck, I like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer

I'm on
Harlem, who is going to hold us down
Bloodshed
Let's get it right this around, understand, killer

Yo, I don't understand how these sip Daqueri's
Like it's all good at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, whole backing me
All that click clackery, take your wrist

I ain't no rapper, B, I skeet
And I can't act, down three movies
So gimme chain, your jewels and your cash
And your fast food, eat your food fast

My rude ass, carry weapons
And I'll your face a C section and keep stepping
Who else in a hurry to
We girls, rape 'em, bury their skirts

me wake up 7:30 for work, what?
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with
But met this knucklehead, thought he a order
Came and asked me, stop pitching to his

Said me, the man, can't be
Be I'm not in her damn panties
Got her handy
How you going to ask, stop carrying candy

I'm a sell to in your damn family
Uncle Tom, your Aunt Tammy, Grandmammy
Your hand man, Randy, understand me
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish piece
And a matching land, Calasandi

You know the one with the whips, me
The one with the and the chips, that's me
The one with the toast, pants baggy, out get at me
Get at me, nigga, me

The one that be and dodging, you
The one that be mad dick, you
The one that's of some yay yo
Always wanna lay low your girl say so, you, biatch

I show you some ice
you a bite
You not good dog, who told you you're nice
Your crew, siders

I come through, hey, Cam
Dick
But I only mess with Navigators twenty-eight
Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live

Come through, stick your
Mack so many hoes, in saliva
Gash her up, ma, put it on you
I grab her neck and try to take her tonsils out

And I don't got beef, I don't those games
If I did though, believe me, I would say names
Go to your house, red dot, scope crib
your earth, snatch your seeds, choke your wiz

My split, it was my mistake
But to my nigga, Duke, we all mistakes
I'm a get shit right if I my cake
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H

is for my niggas that load the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not right
You my life
Drink, smoke, roll dice

Control the
Know I'm a patrol your
We all get
Ma, all your rice

Wedding ring, no
I all my ice
Niggas tried to make Killa Cam all
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm poltergiest

You the type about everything you got now
I you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings a dog, all rock wild
When I flash it, shocked, "Wow!"

I see concerned about me
You got to go to school to learn about me

Yo, the one with mad guns, me
The one with the yay for twenty-three, me
The one with the ice, sliced, coke price
Yoke nice, that's me

The one scared of a scuffle, you
The one that say, "Baby girl, I you" you
The one that about hustling, never seen a oven
You all nothing, you biatch

Told you I got us this time around
me some, huh
Harlem, I got us

Santana, Zeeky, Jim Jones, Salty
Feshon, run us or run from us or get run the fuck over
fuck us, so fuck y'all

Killa
bitch
Killa

bitch
Killa
Killa