Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

1:]
The nerve of these niggas, acting like they done already made it
Practice make perfect, so perfect'll be my maiden
These lame and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every should be the defecation
My denim made by respected Asians, I dress
My shirt so I get away with some Sketchers Shape-Ups
a lie for I couldn't get up out these Nike's
Number five Tokyo don't know the price
Bitch, we balling like we ain't for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we gone mob up before we
Gold bottles, getting me Aziago
With braggodacio Randy Macho Man out the toro
I'm a slim jim, designated to your lady
Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in new Mercedes
Or her name is, she just likes to get famous
And I bet she see the light, know that's Franklin

2:]
Look, is this what you Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy limits even though I'm with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you love it?
When who never loved you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas me, I ain't switch up my image
Real respect me, they can tell that I listen
And little niggas is mad that I'm
got opinions, but got no bitches
Won't pop a pistol, pop up a
God bless 'em, my cigar fill all my stressing
own a mirror, but made a million simply reflecting
Tell my on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
Lucaya closed a line of row, no lying, go check it
And I do this for the
And I'm hoping I can and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you might gone some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, head off theirselves