Luyện nghe bài hát Street Runner

1:]
The nerve of these niggas, acting like they done already made it
Practice perfect, so perfect'll be my mama's maiden
These niggas and uneducated and constipated
What I lay every statement be the defecation
My denim made by Asians, I dress amazing
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 even know the price
Bitch, we like we ain't harvesting for tomorrow
We ain't no gangsters, but we mob up before we borrow
Gold bottles, getting me Aziago
With braggodacio like Macho Man out the toro
I'm a slim jim, it's to your lady
Now that Benz friend, I'm sliding in new Mercedes
Or whatever her name is, she likes to get famous
And I bet she see the light, know Benjamin Franklin

2:]
Look, is this you predicted? Look what you becoming
It's funny privacy limits even though I'm with comfort
How can you really do it? How can you really it?
When women who loved you is showing you so much of it
Real niggas respect me, I ain't up my image
Real women respect me, 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 'em, my cigar fill with all my stressing
Don't own a mirror, but a million simply reflecting
my respecters on Malcom X, I apply the pressure
Lucaya closed from a line of row, no lying, go it
And I do this for the
And I'm I can motivate and do it big as Oprah
Word, real nigga shit, you might need some help
Hit the scene, guillotine, head off theirselves