Luyện nghe bài hát Dubstep

I was thinkin' somethin'
But I ain't worried 'bout
Remember when I was
Fucked up on my
Tryin' to sell some dirt
Taxin' off a ten
Money wasn't
For nigga I kept frontin'

I had them on the step
Slow days, fast days, gettin' any way

And I kept on that clit
Till she gave me that
I've fucked up for so long
Swear to God I get it
I put my back it
Servin' bags to students
Tell 'em I got that
On that porch there by the Buick
I'm just to get my mind
Go nigga 'bout yours
Rollin' up swisher
up a four
Servin' in them
The all day
kicked the door down
Now we in the

I had dubs on the step
Slow days, fast days, paper any way

It's the same old
Everybody in the is locked up, boxed up
killin' me
Niggas get rid of me
Cause I lyrically on the riddim
Fill the room humidity
it in a manner, the heaviest rhythm bangin' out
Doubling my money gettin' my in Canning Town
up Danny Brown
I been doing this
Skipped in, then I come and assist 'em (WOO!)
I had my on the step
I never stopped cause I sit in the
Flipping the truth, while you're and chatting
Thinking you're realer Scru
You ain't so why you act,
You you bad, well that's funny
I'm get Maybach money
I'm a Mac Miller, spittin' ASAP,

I had them on the step