Luyện nghe bài hát Hungry

Yo, niggaz don't none of this
Niggaz know they can't fuck with
Turn this shit up just a more

I the night in rhymin' armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat
Have him on Death Row for an Inter scope
Yet I sparkle Irene Cara symbolize dope, like sirens do terror
Mariel just had a baby someone decapitated

Flashbacks of past raps make me so I made it
Players is gettin' traded, I drop a gem off, who's style is jaded
My juice is grated shit is so niggaz say it's gang related
On rink of thought, I've skated with precision

Crews is gettin' split like decisions com let it ride in collision
like Coleco or tel, I battle stars in stellar
Regions, my thought scheme was my my offspring
Now, teethin'

My of rhyme applies to season and time
Season of mind, body and divine
In mom's cookouts, I'm leavin' the
Verbal vegetarian, squashed with Ice Cube

Came in this rap life nude now I'm fully with flows
You tricks can't hide expensive cars and clothes
Old niggaz I expose like Luke does hoes in
With material, imperial and rugged like

Got mag but my a mic
You fake like a smile, a hug, I'm tight
Skip ladies, this is rip a night
Oracle arouse, niggaz even run for cover right

Downtown lovers hold hands
I breathe heavy an old man, with a cold can of Old Style
Hold a Isle profile
Mix Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild

Hold mics like a second nut until the second
Hummin' comin' towards you with power forwards do
Hip hop, you my bitch and a Ford, I'm explorin' you
So, wack niggaz be cool, with them, I cordial

Flowin' temperature, cats is presumed miniature
Like golf soft like Tiger
And real nigga I've stood with ways that's geometric
Don't to rob banks with dike broads to set it

I levitate to the occasion, lounge a lyricist
Rhyme wise, you a rest
You sat by the door like I was Wes Craven
You need to do more deletin' and less

A praise in hell, raisin
Like the bill on my leavens
What you should have known day one
You on day seven

Hungry hip hop junkie in the
Hungry hip hop in the city
hip hop junkie in the city