Luyện nghe bài hát 34

30, you a fool for one

Herschel Walker, used to ride that MARTA, yeah, that
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty
Church in session, shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been hard, boy, I gotta have it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my draws and yeah, it's
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin' (Fuck your shit, Rich Homie)

1]
Pulled up in that Benz, I hopped out perfect (I out clean)
Tried to rob me you got killed now was it it? (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
Might buy that Maybach I up with out no curtains (might buy that 600 nigga)
Know that when I get it ima keep my windows up on purpose (yeah, aye)
You can't tell a nigga like me shit (nah), I ain't it all when I was little (nope)
16 old drinking liquor (what), I ain't never ever touched a beer (haa)
I ain't never ever a mill (milla), till I stayed down and start rappin' (I stayed down nigga)
Then I turned my into reality (dat right too!), I rode that

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close
Church in session, talk shit the pastor, catch the holy ghost
been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that open door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I gotta it
Neighbor trippin', way too many cars, we got too much
Look suspicious, in my draws and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, gone wit all cappin'

2]
We were growin' up fighting when we kids (yeah)
Remember some nights where we eat (ayy)
I was Holyfield in the trap (truth)
was Mike Tyson [?] to some kids (ayy, Mike)
I train to get rich (hey)
Smoke and twist fire, not the mid (woo)
Never had growin' up (nah)
Nigga, be surprised when I get it (ayy)
Where were you I was on my dick? (woo)
I was so broke I fees (yup)
Reminiscin' me growin' up
You know I hate to talk about shit (I do)
ten and walked up out the bitch
Stripper fame tryin' to see who it (ha)
Ridin' 'round with that on me
And you know I got my license for bitch (Rich Homie, baby)

Herschel Walker, to ride that MARTA, yeah, that thirty-four
Pants sag, bankroll in my pocket and that thirty
Church in session, shit like the pastor, catch the holy ghost
Trap been bunkin' and we makin' money, see that door
We been gettin' it, we been goin' hard, boy, I have it
Neighbor trippin', way too cars, we got too much traffic
Look suspicious, pistol in my and yeah, it's automatic
You work at Lids, put shit on your kids, wit all that cappin'