Luyện nghe bài hát It is What it Is

It is it is
It is it is

You try compromisin', nope, don't wanna talk
And got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be
Well, he stay at then, he stay by such and such

Well, since we got altercations these so called knuckleheads
We gon' play for dooms and I
We get radar on fool in dem rooms
Bet, motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin' here drippin' sweat

Havin' hot flashes and
Over fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks
You ripped? Let's it to 'em sick
Hit all they spots at once, it on 'em thick

Who got the suey chops? They in my folks
Well where he at? He at the Travel Lodge, beep nigga
Tell him to get right now quick now it's gon' be some shit
Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a

Bullshit ain't nothin' this here goin' on just a little bit too long
I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein' 'em get grown
Get straight to the of the problem
Get rid of the source what what, get rid of the big cheese

And the majority of niggaz gon' back the fuck up
Somebody gon' mind somethin', time to my respection
Hit the corner dumpin', in the big-ass [unverified] station
Catch them bitch-ass, that's what I told my man

While I was tryin' to get him to get in a position so that I could open
Fuck a ski mask, unpolished grease
Let the blast
May he rest in piss Miss up outta there

I brought them boys, but I brought it like a concert
Fool's still alive, John Murell Trauma Center, Concord
Shoulda doused him, never found him
Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is it is

It is it is
It is it is
It is it is

Aight, ay dude, this all I know
wrong with this sad to be glad-ass niggas?
Don't know that fools is laced with assassin skills?
Kill at will, gonna put hat on the rack for a cool mill?

(Aww, it's get done)
But now the has been spared
How we gon' get him out of intensive
And put him under the wing of a

One of my potnahs got a on some silencers, he knows some agents
He used dem [unverified] shot on several different occasions
What that mean his gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card
Better stay on a nigga brain give a fuck a die-hard

I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of
She works in ICU and she this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie
Have nab him at the hospital, work
a nurse to pull the plug on the life support

Risky but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp
But if we fuck around and make it too obvious
The broad might her her job
luck that shit no better than fuckin' for me now

I no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow
The shit is crampin' my livin' style, floatin' telly to telly
Conspiracy murder plots phone overheard by federal
I'm guessin' fool musta away, tragic losses

On the wall they got my picture at the post
After travellin' bouncin' back and forth to states
They finally me up in Kansas City
At a barbecue called Gates

Do the do the time, it ain't for no bitch
And as long as a nigga twerkin' in the kitchen, he ain't
be up in that bitch makin' spreads, drinkin' Pruno
Cocoa and Cadillacs, jumpin' jacks

Takin' flicks, kites, makin' wishes
Fuck around and get mad on the strength of visits
Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee
Keep my shank close by me when I'm

Shouldn'ta me, shouldn'ta never found me
Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is it is

It is it is
It is it is
It is it is

Oh, ohh I see
It is what it was, and what it was is what's been taught
Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you
'Cause ain't no sense in leftovers
That's thing, roll with the right now
And everything be is, what it is