Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Leaving - Nature

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

Throwing gang signs it's sign language
us from the others
Kidnap your baby,
Bringing to the deep covers

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

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

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

But beef now, keep it short
Real now
vigorous, no intentions of missing it
They the message or example, whatever

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

On the lines like the
Many would come if you would off
Against my set, there a nigga yet
so much, niggaz say I need nicarette
You say but you used to say cigarette
Nine-oh, a new religion, a new

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

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

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

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

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

Lay down, watch these
Spray me or
We accurate
Blaze them they ladies

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

call me Jose, shootin the Artie Clay
Benedict Arnold type, this rap loot
Still selling China White, Allah or Christ
to marijuana, now my niggaz don't write
(Still ice, still this life)

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

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

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

You got the nerve to say that slipping?
The vision, bald-head kid
frames, the latest Pippens
Doggystyle was my position

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

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