Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving

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

Throwing gang like it's sign language
Distinguish us the others
Kidnap baby, mothers
Bringing to the deep covers

Salute G, bust you like a Lucie
Jose probably lay with a Uzi
Crunk Italy, Africa and
acting sissy see

Pointing guns and me
Yo son, on son
Hey, yo, there's beef in the hood
came with hoods again

Thinking that it been
Saw us from what we did
we did
Now we twist another wig, a lose another kid

But it's beef now, it short
brief now
Strike vigorous, no intentions of it
sent the message or example, whatever

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

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

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

I'm leaving, sweetie don't
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 I'll be again

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

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

Lay down, watch niggaz
me or maybe
We accurate
them plus they ladies

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

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

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

I'm leaving, sweetie don't
I need you to stay with me, on
Uh huh, uh, uh, uh huh, uh, uh

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

You got the nerve to say that slipping?
The greatest vision, kid
Cartier frames, the latest
Doggystyle was my position

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

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