Luyện nghe bài hát Mad Nice

[Verse 1: Black

Now ever I can remember I been living blue collar
Searching for something, trying to make a few
I was never too polished, and never on the fly
Them shorties used to me I needed a new stylist
My came
Instead of selling me a
My mom, was dead
"Yo, we ain't got it"
Better be a Rhodes
Trying to make, son outta, the school of the
That be the alma mater
Its a long out saga, like The Godfather
Coming up hard, it made a nigga rock solid
Now I be the top shotter, of a Rottweiler
The that learned to move cautious as Asaad
I don't take for granted, I'm strong single-handed
And I quick to panic, but I can't lift the planet
My one and only concern is that ya'll it
If it's understood, then good, I'm taking this
I've been waiting for them cameras, the is mine
I'm up, but I still got a ways to climb
It ain't a reason I should fall off or my grind
I'll be alright, as as I heed the danger signs
on!
I wanna fly, can't get away
This of shit happens everyday
(This funny, so don't you dare laugh)

[Verse 2: MF
and narrow, as the flight of a sparrow
Stalking through the jungle have you paro as a pharoah a bad toe
Seat up in a up Camaro
How you supposed to shoot for the with one arrow?
And no bow. Don't blow your
Look a Ferrari 'cept its only a mirage
Troopered out, but choose to go the stupid
Catheter on and a half of a in a putrid mouth
Keep the out
Heck, check the
Right there where it say "who catch wreck and it raw"
Accepted in the name of Allah, a paw
it, and stepped it like (?)
I ask questions
Villain, the in a mask for the paper
the cake on a light rice bowl
Wouldn't waste a wait on a off the lice pole
Dice roll, it's like he know magic, hat
Writing flows that make little Mikey go
so drastic, pass the cash quick
Don't get monkey-ass kicked for no plastic
Take it all back in a tall pack, don't stack,
Hit him if you some more crack, go pro-black
That's the for a tad of bad advice
At least he got fat 20's and he mad