Luyện nghe bài hát N.T.

For real though who really got
Flown on the edge, got the hangin' out of the window
chest witcha winderous fearaf?
Around you'll be hemps meat inside of a sack
Puny little better hit the jake
But that doesn't mean nothin' to the within
You cramped up you and your team, I'm up
And you dib me bead

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

Oh well, here comes the gelatin
Tips on some sugars but you yap on your friends
Now party is completely blown
Real name is Kamal, I'm in zone
rap time for you, that means nap time
Preachin' from my joint, what the I'ma mine
Singin songs of 6 pence it's
Surpise your at the end the sixth sense

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

All my bitches, if you know that you dam sure
Let your on the dance floor if you wanna
Get
That, that bust
Better let 'em in 'fore they rush that 'cuz they
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 brand new we pan to
The young man with intentions to ban you
that people need an aid today
So many away, so many fiend to stay
I rhyme 'cuz I feel I should say things
While the fraudulent act raps just so they cop
Or maybe when they was young
was fronted on and left alone to have they own fun
Now all grown up to be
I'm giving you the will you tie up the lassos

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

Hey yo, hey yo cut the beat off