Luyện nghe bài hát I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

See I'm that that's, fixin'
To do my under the sun
I been hustlin' the morning become
I keep a couple of rocks my tongue
Watch out come the cop
Might notta stand still where you
Run to no 'cause it can kill

My can feed my home purpose
I'm on the down low in the first place
You want me me the money you gonna be payin'
Pop ya ass up out of the van
And take rocks up out my hand

'Cause I don't trust ya and I ain't
up nigga, I don't know
Ya reach out at the same time
You want some, come get
Tyson's on the and I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Ya livin', in up in my people's rentin'
Windows tinted, nigga from a couple houses
Get Skinny, bump it to last amount of
senseless how them dudes be smokin' that shit
Gettin' roped in that shit, jump in shit
I got to flippin' on nigga, you want some more of that

Live in that click where niggas do what gotta do
Blast 'em burnable fuck 'em and watch 'em fuck you
Nigga be livin' that life, playin the of a gangsta
But niggas ain't gangstas
Bitch you gotta be big
To think bein' a fuckin gangsta

of them niggas be comin' real
Bring it to ya blood field but that nigga got
That's how it on that rough side
The die, the strong die

Fuck with the wrong niggas on the wrong chrome
Check the shit, walk the wrong zone
Nigga you good as and gone
(Problem serious)
Nigga don't hear me that's how we livin' the saga stops

Every nigga and his mom glock on my block
Niggas push and dodge cops till they pissed and tired
Nigga, you by the gun
Y'all to handle y'all fuckin' business 'cause I'm

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm

Don't sell it, arm and got my rocks swellin'
Laws is yellin', yellin'
I'ma glock ya spot, ya head pop like a fuckin'
Do my thing I'm a felon
But I ain't just a young, nigga rebellin'

by breath, step by step, day by day
Playin' this of death
My nigga ya of manslaughter
Niggas slangin'
Georgia, Cali, to New Orleans

I'm in the pen, that iron until I'm swole up
Grits and made me bigger
Now I'm just a lil' bit harder than that next
The one up to run up
That nigga there get done up
When I put fuckin' gun up

They told ya, ya hip bone gone
That lil' roam don't long, pop me to stop it
Cock block me, you can't drop me
Hoes gon' jock me
Got me now the mock me

I seen Scarface twice now I'm a fuckin' copy
Missing on
And insane 'cause I'm full of animosity
I'm kind of at all
I might huff and and blow ya fuckin' hat off
Tear it off, it off

Now get the 411 to 911 to Red
My moaning make me
Ten steps to feel these got me cocked
Swingin' like
Wanted from no man boo-koo ho fans

Talk garbage, funk, filth, shit, trash, and lies
Rhymes so funky draw flies
If I rock one up, one up
It enough to be did
But shit terror rig, change your big
Niggas be big
the fig, don't give me no fuckin' pig

I choose no swine but eat Popeye's chicken
And eat watermelon to the fuckin'
Feel the grip of this chrome
That don't fuckin' rhyme, get ya back broke
Fuckin' them black folks

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm