Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
Real in the house
You know
Niggas sit down and play pool and

What niggas know inside the muthafucking
Pool is nothing but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You already boy
off nigga lets go man c'mon

[Verse 1:
Raised off a block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, let's be it
in ostrich, war-age Galoshes
Clear gazelles diamonds in the boxes
Weight game spiral, sneaker rival
Front on me, see Caligos
Drug I hang with, hold up let me change shit
Feds is listening, rang quick
Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, all
So the ass or something, yup pass it off
Icy in the ass mints, so dough it's elastic
Fuck the Jews, Crews, and black bits
break a man, the heart that'll shake a man
Smack the bones out of ya skin, up fam
We the veterans, so little niggas feather skin
One corny dub, you in your letter kid
Necks look thirsty, the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing
Pull the out of your mouth with rusty pliers
down the flyers nigga

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you already know what is
is not a game, this is not televised
This some shit that on a train nigga
Most powerful of them all
Don't make me your chest out your champion shirt nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm the home of the con pillars
Raised to be a rotten
Rob nigga, shot
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town
While you little niggas sending wayne on an plate
I'm in my house shoes, major boss moves
Dead alone, make the movie it'll cost you
Old cats want corner back, you know how Moss do
They to keep up with him
You starve and eat dust
I'm to heat up nigga
Then "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, is Chess not checkers
Real finesse, a nigga to molest the system
Black Mamba in jungle with venom
D farmer and I the rest is history

3: T.I.]
We from a small house, off an eight ball
To a big deal, mil up in my escrow
You walk up your chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys since we were a Enyce
Now cool we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I shoot you from my nigga
My wife say it's a how I do niggas
I say "you me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a all you niggas
Like the that you are
Don't make me get you out car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with shit
We up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with this shit
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, tell your momma pick the casket
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the year
He ain't suffer but he a dead muthafucka
Ain't no in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
And I'm still a muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka
I said I'm still a Bankhead
With the plum for the low, for the bread

T.I.]
say Yo B
Hustle G.D.O.D
the chef
T.I.P the
We cold to cold with this man
East Coast, West Coast,
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
Patna I got the boy
Come me