Luyện nghe bài hát ITAL (Roses)

Black panther, panther, what do you see?
I see a dream ITAL over me

nigga
Yeah, hey, can we get a little
From the and the kilos
Aight nigga, we
nigga, we know
Can we get a break from the on the pill
nigga, we know
Okay nigga, we

Hey shawty, ain't no future in no
And ain't no in no bang-bang
Ain't no honor cleanin' interstates a chain-gang
Know rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe
Pills make you stupid and liquor do the thing
'Raris too and they way too hard to maintain
Get a Camry, "nigga said a Camry?"
Watch that ho and then you'll understand me
It's called being fiscally
Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop conquer you
The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your
Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a

May we have roses for the ladies
A appreciation for the gentlemen
And here's kisses for the babies
Some peacenality for the whole world
More to the youth, sympathy for the poor
Empathy for the old, more justice for the and pressed
Treat no ITAL, ah yaa!

I know you're sayin', "Lupe 'bout the same shit"
Well, that's 'cause ain't changed, bitch
And please excuse my language
'Cause I would for you to misrepresent
The expression of my anguish
And by this far I ain't shocked, upset, or
I'm ashamed,
I listen if you ain't sayin' shit
And recognize all this is dangerous
Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' 'em that ain't shit
If ain't got the latest that they saw on someone famous
Mercy of the Lord on this sword
of askin' where the hoes is
Maybe maybe we could ask for

May we some roses for the ladies
A little for the gentlemen
And here's some for the babies
Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide
More patience to the youth, for the poor
for the old, more justice for the down and pressed
Treat no ITAL, ah yaa!

May we some roses for the ladies
A appreciation for the gentlemen
And some kisses for the babies
Some for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, for the poor
Empathy for the old, more for the down and pressed
no liar ITAL, ah yaa!

Called the a terrorist
Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon' us?
Ain't my fault, I was repeatin' this
Emeritus from America
But my tone was like an Afghani kid a home
Blew bitch up with a drone
An Iraqi with no daddy, throwing stones
The you think they call him, I'mma leave that all alone
'Cause this, the focus on new shit is that hopeless
Place that I was born systematic brokenness
Took that downpression and it to dopeness
It's great American rap-rap ferocious

May we have some roses for the
A little for the gentlemen
And here's some kisses for the
Some for the whole wide-wide-wide world
More patience to the youth, sympathy for the
Empathy for the old, more for the down and pressed
Treat no ITAL, ah yaa!