Luyện nghe bài hát Relaxation

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Its ya n-gga, thinker, big drinker
night, with ya wife in ya crib sneaker
when you out of town, and you not
your ass over like a n-gga stepped out of bounds
crowd youngn
I got and a lot of rounds coming
up in the streets you not allowed, runnin
got the songs bitches around hummin
and the n-ggas thumpin
and the haters hate
got the bumpin
so the stay thumpin
and the n-gga get only on occasion in
my too wild
damn thought weed supposed to you down
but Im so high I can palm two
boy look, n-ggas quote my lines like the Lords book
you n-ggas less more hooks
more but less love
you them drums, ?uestlove
no Roots, Im so
I used to sidelines like a coat suit
had to look at all them loafers, yeah them boat
now Im in the game but I boast to you dummy
n-ggas had short jokes for my money
toast to the honeys, and the liquor
and bitch I dont like any other n-gga
with my on the trigger
I burn rappers like on the liver
death wishes like a genie Ima killer
Lord giveth and he taketh an Indian giver
hard to jimmy in zipper
you got them bad Anne Vivians with ya
Remy and weed, I got em on
I like Henny but the prefer Nuvo.

Check, time a n-gga roll,
old (?) and its sittin on (?)
hoes on me I enter the door
if a n-gga trip, good grip on the chrome
empty out a clip from the fifth Im gone
twist up a spliff, get a of Patron
a chick who just talk sh-t on the phone

baby Im tryna stick, give ya dicks to ya dome,
if I was you I would hate him
hot August Im out there in Vegas
til time, had that patience
now its big faces, fly
Shawn stacks
miss shows, call back
blowin Dro tall cats
on the low had to back
n-ggas wonder if its all
or its all

As I in the toe like Fe fi foe
with the heat flow and the beat typo
better rewrite yo, get rhyming straight
get murked plus 8 Jon and Kate
I its time for the face off
hit the like an 8 ball
me not concentrate like
no for I had a get a day job
me on the mind you even on the radar
never bring it but I never been a fiend for her ways
so Im tryna get the cream til Im paid
couldnt put her on the team, every week another
thats fiend Billy Mays
gotta grind focus
gotta shine through the minds of the blind the hopeless
never to the rhymes that Ive chosen
moment of silence the Times gotta this!