Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

Yo, know this and Nori know that
Yo but Nori gat, why
Nori buck dat
Iraq'll make you

Throwing gang signs like it's sign
Distinguish us from the
your baby, mothers
Bringing to the deep covers

Salute G, bust you like a Lucie
Jose probably lay a gold Uzi
Italy, Africa and Sicily
Niggaz acting see

Pointing and missing me
Yo son, on son
Hey, yo, beef in the hood again
Niggaz with hoods again

Thinking that it woulda
Saw us what we first did
we did
Now we twist wig, a mother lose another kid

But it's beef now, it short
Real now
Strike vigorous, no of missing it
They sent the or example, whatever

Set it up, man on man
Only to score we apply the
Quickly why you ran in this dark land
We lay you in the sand

On the lines like the
Many would if you would pose off
Against my set, there ain't a yet
so much, niggaz say I need nicarette
You say bogie but you used to say
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new

I'm
Baby, go
I know the is hot
Boo, I'll watch spot

I'm leaving, sweetie leave
I you to stay with me, come on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

I'm
Boo, I can't
And don't think that be back again

It's a bad dream and I can't wake up, mouth caked up
Knowing these cats is fake and it ain't right
With no love, hugs ain't tight
Son we used to pop bottles and slugs the night

Hey, yo, left me
Right hand and I ain't lefty
bust when I's supposed to pull
What I'm to do?

Lay down, these niggaz
me or maybe
We strike
Blaze them plus they

I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in way of life
Prosecution, if you violate a rights, say it twice
Nature soon to be in ice
Hanging off my neck, glistens it's framed in light

Niggaz call me Jose, shootin the Clay
Arnold type, getting this rap loot
Still selling China White, either or Christ
Married to marijuana, now my don't write
(Still ice, still living life)

I'm
Baby, go
I the block is hot
Boo, watch your spot

I'm leaving, sweetie leave
I you to stay with me, come on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

I'm
Boo, I understand
And don't think that I'll be back

You got the to say that Nature's slipping?
The vision, bald-head kid
frames, the latest Pippens
Doggystyle was my favorite

Until I it, dead shit, got on some head shit
Headed in the wrong direction up in the
QB to LA, puffing my medicine
For those lost in the streets up north or
For struggling, unfortunate to eat

I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you this?
Whatever happened to the mule and the 40
It's outrageous, the way the God finesse the
Invasion, me and Firm made men