Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

I leave, leave you alone
I could
I gotta leave the hood alone right?
I know

the hood, I would but it got Cam twisted
When Mikey gon' get butter or them damn biscuits?
Mother still getting high, she so damn
Like she got no legs though, she kick it

We kick it, my man dig it, I Van Wick it
wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's ticket
But it backfired, air in the tires
Get ready for buyers, rap liars and trap wires

Thinking I'm awry, we I'm raunchy
Watch "Menace II Society", think Chauncey
The snitch factor, now it's a big
Shit, life's a bitch ya shit for you pitch after

Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man Rich her
Kitch scratched her, in the air, yeah, kids scattered
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He ain't like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch

Now, Rich not, she could of met a rich
She get high, worked at McDees, big mac'ed her
They'll train the fighters, gained arthritis
Cops they train the buyers, we the can't indict us

He them cases up like Mike Tyson '86
That's why like I got a license for these 80 bricks
Crib, tried to the shit, agents on some hater shit
60k to rob the kid, them never made 'em stick

Yo, I can promise this, you dealing a Communist
That'll the trigger on any nigga who bomb a bitch
My accomplices, remain anonymous
And they gon there, I swear, I'm what honest is

Honestly you thought I like Tom Donnovich
Conglomerate, treat you Ramadan honor it
Y'all eat, I'm unloading a lobster and pasta
Y'all imposters, my posture, I gotcha

Mobsters with choppers, "dado"
Chicks duct tape 'em, turn 'em over rape 'em
Grams cut, shave 'em, Cam hair cut, it
But on her hushes, like a lush Wes Craven

That's the hustle, I'm old school, you must 'em
Whatever love hate 'em, do, touch, play 'em
'em? talk slick, fuck it your all sick
Lay you in dog shit, look over you, spit

Beef on Bobby block, where his homeys walk
Homey we make bodies drop, then skate Tony Hawk
Over paper, play a O for very long
"Fourth of July", M80's, cherry

disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for ends, they had 'em like the Benz
His eyes was bugged, watch the don you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya won't know you, killa