Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism I'm bubbly I just kick it
What I need from you is that I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the too, I'm prone to snap off
When I'm off that Cognac, I can't hold back like a
I get loose like a screw turned from left right to
When time for some action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a life for his
Dissected, I'm on some shit computers want to bite
Your is Pascal, mine is Basic and just instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and Murray got up on big

And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
Started a way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch like a channel with controls that are remote
Engage in a page and with words I

Walking down the aisles with styles I freak the
Anti-Nazi I rocks like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I them microphones
couldn't house the shit so they had to rent to own

It's like that, from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and that hoe
So keep on and you don't, now on
Ah keep on and you

when I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
And in the of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I Alz-rhymers, then forget it, I get charged
Like a in position with the stolen card the credit

Fuck flipping the script, the rap I'm trying to edit
My mellows me, "Never", they be like, "Never's going to get it"
too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics
That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, you, fuck you!"

Other studs through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be us sweet and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, look out because they look
in peace to 'Heavena', washing tons of rappers like Booker

Tee me, "You gotta get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you to come off with the style that's through?
like that, keep on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas that rock they hat
I'm like a fight with my rap, rappers I slap box
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat race is a rat

Just 'cause you got Adidas with the fat
And the fro don't make you hip-hop, tou sorry for funk rap
Why is there so cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk that
The real shit's to come back

The go is where I'm and where I'm at, jack
I eating cat when I was 10
Before dinner I was getting big dog like Glen
I see nothing wrong with a little bump and grind

But comes a when you gotta get off of that booty
The facts of I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like cause she got big titties

My style is steep, I rhymes on the incline
Splat guts fat nuts and lay up like a crib line
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, just a good son, come on