Luyện nghe bài hát Leave You Alone

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

Leave the hood, I would but it got Cam
When Mikey gon' get that butter or damn biscuits?
Mother still getting high, she so damn
Like she got no though, she can't kick it

We can't kick it, my man dig it, I Van it
Wicked wiggle, the man wicked, rap was Cam's
But it backfired, air in the back
Get ready for buyers, rap liars and trap wires

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

Get dada, Michelle home from school, her man slapped her
scratched her, shot in the air, yeah, kids scattered
'Cause she joined a fraternity, the "Kappa"
He like it, kidnapped her, in the hood, bitch cracker

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

disguise the slugs
Sent his friends for them ends, had 'em like the Benz
His eyes was bugged, the don poke you
But for 4500, I will John Doe you, ya moms know you, killa