Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real though who really got
Flown on the edge, got the ledge out of the window
Bird witcha winderous fearaf?
Around you'll be meat inside of a meal sack
Puny bucks better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the within
You cramped up you and team, I'm amped up
And you dib me bead

My shine, the is on your mind?
Little rappers better hit the grind
Other brothers ain't motivated, can't do it
Not did I penetrate it I ran through it
My music comes on and we at the dance
Inside of your mind or of my pants?
Musical intention we have is vast
You sick, drink a NyQuil, well, I'm on your

Oh well, then here the gelatin
Tips on some but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is completely
Real name is Kamal, I'm in zone
It's rap time for you, that nap time
Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma mine
Singin of 6 pence it's intense
Surpise your at the end like the sixth

hitters knockin' shit out the park
You couldn't even really play me why did you start
Spittin' sharp blades laced with
You wanna play around kid, I'm not a at the beach
A in the park or your playground
Put on your headphones, me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go the town
Q-Tip abstract how I gets

All my bitches, dance if you that you dam sure
Let your drip on the dance floor if you
Get
That, bust gats
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they
Get

Blick, sick
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on good foot
And blow up the spot for all of you that's how we
Get

Comin' with the new quickly we pan to
The young black man with to ban you
Seems that need an aid today
So many fade away, so fiend to stay
I really 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the act raps just so they cop rings
Or maybe when they was young
was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now all grown up to be
I'm giving you the rope will you tie up the

You swing dangling from trees
While I sip my in the south west breeze
Writing so the pen it keeps
Drippin' out gems converted to hems and then
People be hummin' it from now to next to kin
My family is starvin', you know want me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
Send a check in my to my office
in the lane, yo I toss it
Abstract comin' through the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off