Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Illy

Rebel for the of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a again, must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I'm addressin', check I'm on some level shit
Never been fucked in the game I'm

Rarely out my element, out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, as fellas get
Listen let's this, be clear I could fall back 7 years
Still it no one ahead of me

Consider it a blessin' if you get to stand to me
star general, O.G. veteran
Caked Entenmann's, blowin' that celery
Stack cash like the U.S. treasury

Every single thing I ever did was heavily
Rap until you're 70, ain't no catchin' me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Beverly
Be standin' on the top still they bury me

in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine over, finito
You payin' for foul like a free throw, baow

Now how could a nigga that he could see me
Other than the magazine or the TV?
I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin' on your big break prayin' you could me

You made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just beggin' me to skeet,

You in a sleep, stop dreamin'
I'm 6 in for 10 years I been 5 hot steamin'
The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin',
That's why I say I'm bitch, I got my reasons

Wrist so frosty, so chilly
All on my is to get more millies
Niggaz talk that's silly
Shawty he ain't that really, is he?
Nigga, I'm

Ay, I run city clearly
'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga, I'm

Where get off? Piss off
Me and mine take time to pop a lid off
Shit all, the whereabouts of me, is y'all
Sick in you' fuckin' mind, you figurin' I'ma off

cooled off, Tip scorchin'
Minimal injury thought wishin' me maximum misfortune
Number one hand down, paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink horse shit

House full of chicks on some 'Girl Next Door'
A king who sell 30 mil' out the store quick
Of course this lost all my endorsements
Tripled up on real estate, buyin' more shit

But Tip accordin' to your sources
I'm caked up along with more reinforcements
shit up from the lab to the rooftops
Officially the hottest nigga rappin' 2Pac

'Fore you rap 'bout me, ask 'bout me
I'm out my fuckin' mind, counselin'
Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't
It's all fun and games 'til somebody butsin'

'Member my discussion rappers be battlin'
I find out about it, better get to
Pack family's bag, move 'em out to Seattle and
We ever paths, you'll need ambulance and bandages

Live life glamorous, so
Mandarin, worldwide travelin'
Hip hop for real dough
You couldn't fuck me with a Brazil hoe nigga
But still

so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more
Niggaz shit that's silly
Shawty, he ain't that really is he?
Nigga, I'm

Ay, just I do this shit
When I want to nigga, me nigga

Ay, I run this city,
'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga, I'm

so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more
Niggaz shit that's silly
Shawty, he ain't 'bout really, is he?
Nigga, I'm

I don't hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this
When I did it that way nigga, fuck you partner

Ay, I run city, clearly
Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy,
Nigga, I'm

Yeah, this the king,