Luyện nghe bài hát That's Me

I'm not going to sit here and this go on any longer
You know they put my food in the
And then expect me to look for my plate on Mr. Magoo shit
Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch go on any longer

I'm on
Harlem, who else is going to hold us
niggas
Let's get it right time around, understand, killer

Yo, I don't understand how cats sip Daqueri's
Like it's all down at the hit factory
Be on fifty-fourth, clique backing me
All that click clackery, your wrist wrappery

I ain't no rapper, B, I oozies
And I can't act, turned three movies
So gimme chain, your jewels and your cash
And your food, I'll eat your food fast

My rude ass, carry three
And I'll give your face a C section and stepping
Who else in a to mirk
We kill girls, rape 'em, their skirts

Imagine me up 7:30 for work, what?
I'd rather run the streets 7:30 with
But met this knucklehead, thought he a order
and asked me, stop pitching to his daughter

Said me, it's the man, be
Be glad I'm not in her panties
Got her handy
How you going to ever ask, carrying candy

I'm a sell to anybody in damn family
Tom, your Aunt Tammy, your Grandmammy
Your right man, Randy, understand me
In Antlanta, I got an outlandish land
And a matching land, Desert

You know the one with the whips, me
The one the chips and the chips, that's me
The one the toast, pants baggy, yelling out get at me
Get at me, nigga, me

The one that be and dodging, you
The one be sucking mad dick, you
The one scared of some yay yo
Always lay low 'cause your girl say so, you, biatch

I could you some ice
you a bite
You not that dog, who told you you're nice
crew, switch siders

When I through, hey, Cam
riders
But I mess with Navigators five twenty-eight
Six drivers, big buyers, where you live, we live

Come through, your suppliers
Mack so many hoes, dick in
her up, ma, put it on you mouth
Then I grab her and try to take her tonsils out

And I got beef, I don't play those games
If I did though, believe me, I would say names
Go to your house, red dot, scope crib
Smack your earth, your seeds, choke your wiz

My split, it was my mistake
But to my nigga, Duke, we all mistakes
I'm a get shit right if I spend my
Jimmy, I'm a get you up out of 5 H

This is for my niggas load the pipe
Saying I'm the best, just not right
You know my
Drink, smoke, some dice

Control the
Know I'm a patrol schiest
We all get
Ma, keep all your

Wedding ring, no
I all my ice
Niggas tried to Killa Cam all polite
Turn on the set now, bitch, I'm like

You the type talk about you got now
I you like, "Not now, you hot owl"
My rings like a dog, all rock
I flash it, everybody shocked, "Wow!"

I see y'all about me
You ain't got to go to school to learn me

Yo, the one mad guns, that's me
The one the yay for twenty-three, that's me
The one with the ice, sliced, coke half
Yoke nice, that's me

The one scared of a scuffle, you
The one that say, "Baby girl, I you" you
The one that about hustling, never seen a oven
You all nothing, you biatch

you I got us this time around niggas
me some, huh
Harlem, I got us

Santana, Freaky Zeeky, Jim Jones,
Feshon, run with us or run us or get run the fuck over
fuck us, so fuck y'all

Killa
Killa
bitch

Killa
Killa
Killa