Luyện nghe bài hát Sum Shit I Wrote

Marks I erase racism, I'm as large as a bigot
Groove is my escapism when I'm bubbly I just it
What I need from you is that I'm standing
On my own two, down with my own

Toe cancer, I'm bad to the bone too, I'm prone to off
When I'm off that Cognac, I can't hold back like a
I get loose like a screw turned left right to tight
it's time for some action, I get Red's, "Tonight's Da Night"

An eye for an eye, a for his wife
Dissected, I'm on some hi-tech shit computers to bite
Your style is Pascal, mine is Basic and instinct
I'm with the fam and ran scams, me and got up on big links

And if knowledge is the key, goddammit I'm the
a missionary way on my life, the mic I rust like bostage
I switch styles like a channel with that are remote
Engage in a and with words I elope

Walking down the aisles styles I freak the viles
Anti-Nazi when I like a Z-28
At any rate, brothers gain interest because I loaned them
They couldn't house the shit so had to rent to own

like that, coming from the go rapper
I wanna bone Jada Pinkett and hoe Patra
So on and you don't, now come on
Ah keep on and you

Sometime I'm alone in my room I stare at the wall
And in the of my mind I hear a wack-ass rhyme
And I catch Alz-rhymers, then it, I get charged
Like a nigga in position the stolen card the credit

Fuck flipping the script, the rap scene I'm trying to
My mellows me, "Never", they be like, "Never's going to get it"
Never's too much, I'm too, I do justice to poetics
That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, fuck you, you!"

studs come through to see what I am up to
They be on the dick of crew that be giving us and buying us fruit
Like Kareem I got the hook up, brothers look out they look
Rest in peace to 'Heavena', washing tons of like Booker

Tee told me, "You get out of the crib, get into the world"
How you going to come off with the style through?
like that, keep on, ha ha
It's that, keep on

My foundation is in black block of niggas rock they hat cock
I'm real like a with my rap, rappers I slap box
Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
Got tall flavor with fat taste, the rat is a rat race

Just 'cause you got with the fat laces
And the fro don't make you hip-hop, tou sorry for funk rap
Why is there so many cranks trying to rhyme, yo funk
The shit's starting to come back

The go is where I'm from and where I'm at,
I started eating cat I was 10
Before I was getting big dog like Glen Robinson
I don't see nothing wrong with a little and grind

But comes a time when you get off of that booty
The of life I didn't learn from watching Tootie
But living in the big
But I still like Tootie she got big titties

My style is steep, I write on the incline
Splat guts plus fat nuts and lay up like a crib
I'm slamming, on the one
I'm a bad man, just a good son, come on