Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real who really got sent
Flown on the edge, got the ledge out of the window
Bird witcha winderous fearaf?
Around be hemps meat inside of a meal sack
Puny little better hit the jake
But that mean nothin' to the heart within
You up you and your team, I'm amped up
And you dib me bead

My shine, the is on your mind?
Little weakling better hit the grind
brothers ain't motivated, they can't do it
Not only did I it I ran through it
My comes on and we march at the dance
Inside of your mind or of my pants?
Musical intention that we have is
You sick, a NyQuil, well, I'm dead on your

Oh well, then here comes the
Tips on sugars but you yap on your sellin' friends
Now your party is blown
Real name is Kamal, I'm in completely
It's rap time for you, that nap time
Preachin' from my joint, the I'ma clap mine
Singin of 6 pence it's intense
Surpise your at the end like the sense

Heavy hitters knockin' out the park
You couldn't even play tell me why did you start
Spittin' blades laced with bleach
You wanna play around kid, I'm not a walk at the
A in the park or your playground
Put on your headphones, me how grenades sound
Put on your walkmase and go underneath the
Q-Tip abstract how I down

All my bitches, dance if you know you dam sure
Let drip on the dance floor if you wanna
Get
That, bust gats
Better let 'em in they rush that 'cuz they wanna
Get

Blick, sick
Get
you can get off my and
Get
While I'm on the hook get on good foot
And blow up the for all of you 'cuz that's how we
Get

Comin' with the new quickly we pan to
The young black man with to ban you
that people need an aid today
So many fade away, so many to stay
I really 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act just so they cop rings
Or maybe because when was young
They was on and left alone to have they own fun
Now they've all up to be
I'm you the rope will you tie up the lassos

You swing dangling from trees
I sip my Daqaris in the south west breeze
Writing so the pen it keeps
Drippin' out gems that's converted to and then
be hummin' it from now to they next to kin
My is starvin', you know they want me to win
Me forfeit, get off it
Send a check in my name to my
Mutombo in the lane, yo I it
Abstract comin' witness the bull

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off