Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

[Intro:
When I my lyrics, it's like, it's like
I want my to be phat, I want people to be able to understand
Yo, can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying
But it's what you saying that makes a person know you
Knowhatimsaying, you know the of person you is
So it's like really, I'm more of just
Being a narrator (aiyo, what up, famo?)

Reefer lit, love hip hop, the got me like the broccoli
baby cooling at a swat meet
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money Mercedes claim, baby, beat me
Love dressed up, sweats and techs
Ride around the hood, good, Gotti respect
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, leather, pockets is swollen
Let my jam hit your tape deck, straight up, and made up
For every nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying the city nights, new flights
Blue ice, hundred thousand in a bag, license
Drug shop, I'm sorry, Atari in the
see the Lex A Shallah, La Tam'pa
Eating yo, all of us, scamma
You know we honor, tip the kangol, cooling in the brown

[kung fu
I have never, giving up on a
against my honor

[Lil'
Duke let me you, my niggas crip up
Them young boys'll run up on you, your whip up
Brooklyn, nigga, beg for you
And my Staten Island homeys lay ass down on Glaciers of Ice
Sidewalk executives, the street life consecutive
We built for this, go for gun
My prospective is, another day in the life, of money and
Big hammers and slugs, can get ugly as

Danze]
From the to your man Danze, ey
Staten Island, said up, yo, ey
The homey ODB said up, though, ey
We got the Chef on deck as if you know
sharp as fuck, Wu, that's what up
Pack it up, wanna rap, rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, around and get your block hit up
Bring team and we'll box 'em up
M.O.P. is not what up

[kung fu
It I'm a bit late here
Don't worry, men are all gonna die

G. Rap]
See the side where it slum at, dum at, rum at
Cognac, combat, contact,
Crom's out like Beyonce back
She bang out a song like the back
things, bring the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen
Nigga here, combat, sweet Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game
Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before flooded
storm drains, boss man, bundling raw 'caine
Fours bang, neighborhood war
Get your up, you looking anarexic
Posted on the block proper the hammer vested
Bitch came with empty hands, that's the she left with
Thirsty ass with the water and it desperate
Break a an hour, based it forty grand invested
Live within the third rail, you the man electric
Shit was like the third world, until I handle metrics, next shit