Luyện nghe bài hát Ill Figures

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

Reefer lit, hip hop, the gangstas got me like the broccoli
Brooklyn baby cooling at a swat
Real niggas meet me, ladies wanna eat me
Money clean claim, baby, beat me
Love getting dressed up, and techs
Ride around the hood, good, getting respect
is golden, an OG rolling and holding, yo
Fresh kicks, soft leather, is swollen
Let my jam hit your deck, it's straight up, and made up
For every nigga with his gun on him, hate up
Flying through the city nights, new
ice, hundred thousand in a Nike 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

fu sample]
I have never, up on a mission
That's against my

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

[Billy
From the chest to man Danze, ey
Island, said what up, yo, ey
The ODB said what up, though, ey
We got the on deck as if you didn't know
It's sharp as fuck, Wu, what up
it up, wanna rap, wanna rock, what up?
Wanna pop, get up, fuck around and get block hit up
Bring your and we'll box 'em up
Think M.O.P. is not up

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

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