Luyện nghe bài hát I Am Not a Human Being

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

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

days ain't shit, Young Money is
I got Mars Bars, Musketeers
Come through coupe color as veneers
And you know I'm ridin' with the toast,

Yeah, now I'm on my griz
And y'all's a bunch a like a motherfuckin' grid
Shit, with me and get hit
I fuck the Nina, make the bitch have kids

do it my nigga, I just did
Name a motherfucker deeper me, bitch dead
Ya dig, here is big biz
And I scream fuck it, it is

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

I am not basic, I am not a being

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

Heater close range 'cause are strange
But I bet that AK .47 you ordained
You see Weezy nor Wayne, I'm in the far lane
I'm runnin' 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 will try you, I lie, dude
I must be sticky 'cause them bitches got they eyes
Young Money, baby, we the shit fly food
Y'all can't see us, like the bride

I tall like a motherfuckin' 9'2"
I scream motherfuck you and whoever 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 I am not basic

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

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

Rock star beeotch, check out how we
And if ain't hip hop, it must be me hop
I'm higher than a tree top, she my lollipop
I still get my candy from your girlfriend's sweet

Spittin' heat rock, I'm smooth, not Pete Rock
And my, and my money on et cetera, three
Still get a ache every time I see cops
You run motherfucker 'cause we not

You better run your feet stop
You ain't even on a fuckin' in my tea pot
Colder than a ski shop, on to the top
And even if I let go I still won't

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