Luyện nghe bài hát Can I Be

Yeah, Yeah...
I'm often, sittin' in my world in the coffin, coughin off the herb of the curb.
Money, money, money is they concur.
Do they Agree? what they see, could be.
Not what they thought.
The car the rap star allgededly bought is probly the car that the rap star rented.
end in tennis, supreme in the snowfish.
Tailin' the whip, lot a doubple piece, parked then.
My mom that I'd be the next cometh.
Them otha niggas far it.
Can't stand how these dick rock bandits get granted the access.
All up in the mix.
be a Kanye.
Wanna be a P, but nigga.
All the BBC cannot put you, in the place or give you the same face.
Find you first and you couldnt the stakes, higher.
Not shit just fire, please muthafucka.
All this shit I rock is none otha.
Who the MCs in Cleve?
Cas, Chip, da Cudder, da illness.
And Ohio gotta this.
a decade just to say I'm paid.
Took a took a decade just to get to lay down, spread eagle, pop dat pussy ho'.
Need the love below I'm the champ that needs a medal.
Styles of homeboy, I got plenty.
I payed for my noodle, the digital vortex. a freak.
Digital sex.
She wanna suck a dong cuz my songs me checks.
Gigabytes decide the words I write, I get gone nigga day and night.
Unh. it literally.
How more clear can I be?
How more crystal can I be?
How more crystal can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?
Unh huh, yeah.
Can I be-...-e.
How more clear can I be?
Can I be?
Can I be?