Luyện nghe bài hát Writtin' Rhymes

it out

This is how I wanna it
I in the eighties
(Forbid)
I had to get my mind up off the
Like these worldly

A baby beam and shiny
See is how we do things
you're fuckin' with the kings of the streets

New is all respected
But still we keep it
In where we be wreckin'
we from, Timbaland
(VA)

See my man so understand these things
niggas thinkin' 'bout cream
Me and Magoo, y'all realize we roll CRU
All respect to, that's why girl ain't lovin' you

We the card in the steez
We even got the to the bed where you rest
Your is based on stress
So relax, kid because my mack days are in the mist

And you ain't got a chance like Sharon Stone on the 'Last
It's easy past, when I'm runnin' with lady
Ask yo boys, I'm pushin' Mercedes, so what, nigga?

If writtin' rhymes is all that wanna do
They don't do anything else
(They don't do anything else)
Say what, say what, say

If writtin' rhymes is all that they do
(That wanna do)
They don't gotta do else
(They don't do)
They don't gotta else y'all, check it

Dick 'em, VD, now I'm sick with 'em
Ate a of cheese now I just bullshit with 'em
'em, nigga when you're down, look I got to get cha
Get away with the crime, that's the wrong

I'm in a zone a teen on a phone
H-I with no V, but I stay full
Hah, yeah yo, put nick out the
You move but, bitch, yeah, you're too slow

Get on your knees like a dog and scratch ya
on the phone wanna talk to your [Incomprehensible]
But I got my life, and Mary the 411?
Niggas get shook when I rhyme, you ta fuckin' run

Get out the way my recitals suicidal
I'm the when I yell, y'all know, ask Billy Idol
Son of a bitch 'cause he a son and you's a
Me die for you, girl, go dick own bitch

If writtin' rhymes is all that they do
(Say what, that they do)
don't gotta do anything else
(They don't do
They don't gotta do else, baby, say what)

If rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't do anything else
(Check it out, it out, say what, say what, say what)

If rhymes is all that they wanna do
They don't gotta do anything
(They don't gotta do anything
They don't gotta do, say what, they want)

If writtin' rhymes is all that wanna do
They don't gotta do else
(They don't do anything else)
Check it out, baby, talking to you

Hear this beat, it's by me
I do them ill beats, ya what I'm sayin'?
People always try to bite me, yo, but can't bite this one
They might try but you what? You got to pay up

A samplin' fee if you bit me, that, like that
It's the beat, like that, Ginuwine, that
Aaliyah, like that, playa, like
Big Rob, that, Big E, like that

Of course, my man M A G O O and me
Jimmy D, we out for 97E, forget my man Elliot
one, check it out, baby
The fight begun, we out