Luyện nghe bài hát Walk 'N Live

Rude boy, gangstas, gorillas,
and live, talk and bumboclat dead
You that?

[Verse 1:
I rude boy flexing, dirty naughty hair shit
Six, seven monsters bred, they got heads rest
Cause I'm on ''fuck it'' shit, yeah, I'm on that gully shit
Before recital I was out here working trying to get my skully
Governed by your baby mama and I'm loving it
Fuck sucker shit, only God can be judging this
Rosa Parks should get
They trying to touch me, I'm bussing
I get it, I get it, we all an opinion
So now you get it, I got a temper, cry me a
And to a notion, I do the to rap for the culture
How you confuse a passion, with actin' like 'oh shit?
Because I'm black with some hunger no passive emotion?
If I was Saxon you bastards would have me with Oprah
Taking it back, don't give me no if you having to move up
They saying I'm wack and shit, I'm rapping you do on computers
Ho niggas, troll niggas, I can't win
Mind quicker, lines get me like I'm Emmitt Smith
the benevolent
Tried to be respectful, but they never get picture
Till you get back on that ghetto
to the metal where them niggas live to settle shit
New shit, let us live
Whoever the best I can test them, fist or
Shottie Pippen on
They had some careers, but I'm the best with this
I kill that like my friends is fiending for venison
Question my temper, man, cool, but not my
a text to Juicy J like "dude, that's just my confidence"
But shoo I that I'm the best and nevertheless you should too
So on that note I stand by my comments, of course we cool
I in Soho eating no boo
Who complaining I be Super shit on a ProTools when they Goku"
Sike nah - I'm no fool, by far subpar
Contrary to y'all, what's that to lose and who influence
I'm finding quite comical
Them bummy niggas couldn't tie my
They brainwashed on what's
Followers homecomings, see their song and dance and they fall suit