Luyện nghe bài hát Training Day

It's Big and I'm back at it
I was raised in the jungle so I act
Make you disappear no magic
I smoke that will leave you short of breath like an asthmatic
No round of applause but there's clapping
Man see the size of this and start backtracking
Enough of these idiots, need to knuckle down and chatting
Nobody over here spits like you? Cuzzy stop
I ain't got but shots for that crack addict
If you been shuttin for years and can't buy a whip fam you need to stop trapping
And I know man are pissed the way we came in the game and took everything
But I'm happy now when I was young
I "I really wanna spit bars when I'm older"
You man are soft like cushion. Big Dutty Stinking hard boner
On the to success, follow me
Flatten in my way steamroller
Keep telling them and over, so many bars in my folder
Armani fragrance with a little high grade yeah that's my odor
I'm stubborn, ignorant
I hate waiting I ain't got
Good manners, you can take me to Mumsy
Yeah my persona
When the album drops my name's gonna be ringing in your ear a Motorola
And if you don't pay I won't spray
I'm the cream no soda
Straight to your neck like a
way off the Richter
'Nuff of emcees don't get the picture
Boy Know be a household name
We be known to you to Mom, Dad, Auntie and Uncle
Stepbrother, Godmother, and Sister
No no dally I'm straight to the point like a glass of Henny with no mixer
That means I ain't beating around the bush it's Chantel's
Don't mean to be rude but I passed through a couple man's jails
Last went Jamaica saw mad shells
Mad skengs big straps couple
I set the plan well if you want come try your luck
We ain't gonna be nice I see the cyber thug
Gimme a 'StayFresh' beat and I'ma it up
Wild it up Go get your C.V. type it up
I've come a long way running the streets
with & Dean, Sammy & P
I'm about in my ends cheek
You ain't alive in ends
I stand tall and shout loud from my
I do properly
Instead of hating, fam, you honor me
2 Da Lab check out my discology
I'm on the road to success come me
You know I, you know I do properly
Gimme more paper, I wanna purchase in Jamaica
I been ballsy way back when I had Gucci and Prada from way back then
Cause I'm cool but nothing like
Nowadays man roll with a 9 living in a gangsta's like Coolio
I've got to be top 3 selected, dickheads
erected, they're not hard
They to front but they got parred
got to be close I aim from far
Don't think cause I emcee that I won't pop it off, make it rain and tear through
I come like "Yo, wagwan?"
You wanna up? I'll draw man's card
And I'm again
Big on a track again
No I'm not skimpy beats, I'm nippy with Ps
Plus I'm with beats
And them man are I'm lapping them
I don't hate I give thanks to them
A couple emcees are of me, minor, Frisco's catching them
I'm catching up, cashing in
Man violate smash him in
Frisco's gone no him, runaway flows no matching him
I'm on point cause I know success can bring
Niggas hate Frisco's it in
So I on my Ps and Qs
Cause it's not about next man my bling
Never