Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

I am not a being, pussy for lunch
Pop all the balloons and in the punch, yeah
in the blunts
I ride through your block, see a in the trunk

I don't why they keep playin', they better replay 'em
I'm them the blues, Bobby "Blue" Bland
Together we stand and on y'all
Ballin' my bloods, call it b-ball

These ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Bars, Three Musketeers
Come coupe same color as veneers
And you know I'm ridin' the toast, cheers

Yeah, now I'm back on my
And y'all's a a squares like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, fuck me and get hit
I finger fuck the Nina, make the bitch have

Just do it my nigga, I did
Name a motherfucker than me, bitch dead
Ya dig, this is big biz
And I fuck it, whoever it is

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my foot on the line, I'm not
I God that I am not basic

I am not basic, I am not a human

Uh, star, baby
Now come to my suite and get lockjaw,
Rich nigga at the cops all crazy
It's that mob shit nigga, Scorsese

Heater range 'cause people are strange
But I bet that AK .47 keep you
You can't see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far
I'm this shit, hundred yard gain

Uh, on infinity
I'm killin' 'em, see the white flag from the
Shoot you in yo' head and your dash full of memories
Father, forgive me for my delivery

I try you, I wouldn't lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them got they eyes glued
Young Money, baby, we the shit like fly
Y'all can't see us, the bride shoes

I stand like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I motherfuck you and whoever designed you
And if you think you hot, then obviously you were to
And we don't die, we multiply and then we come you

I am the oasis
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my on the line, I'm not racin'
I thank God that I am not

I am not basic, I am not
I thank God that I am not basic, I am not a human

Reportin' from world
Magazine of bullets, you can be my cover girl
Ness got the weed, rollin' thicker than a southern
Strong arm rap like a nigga did a hundred

Rock beeotch, check out how we rock
And if this hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she lick my
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet

Spittin' that heat rock, I'm smooth, not Rock
And my, and my on et cetera, three dots
get a stomach ache every time I see cops
You better run 'cause we not

You run 'til your feet stop
You even on a fuckin' alphabet in my tea pot
Colder a ski shop, holdin' on to the top
And even if I let go I won't G-rock

I am the rhymin'
I got a cup of ya time, I waste it
I got my on the line, I'm not racin'
I God that I am not basic

I am not, I am not a human