Luyện nghe bài hát '96 Bulls

You never met a nigga this
Somebody tell them boys class never old
The more success they hate me, that's the way this goes
Married to the money relationship goals
Never will I fold, pay me you owe
It ain't a cougar trine holla when I the 44
Money change niggas it only amplifies, who they really are
The sold you a bag of lies, the land of the wise
All the lamb are disguise, I'll never my cool but not a fan of your vibes
Okay I'm from the dirty, to be sanitized
Product of ghetto teaching this that class at DeVry
Moving that cocaina they it that Spanish bride
I love her I fantasize I'm staying alive
Food for the soul, stuck with a can of
You niggas can't see me, fuck it I'm shy
You eat your Wheaties, I park it where I can see
Shit will get hot and shaky Parkinson's with the fever
This ain't checkers its chess, all I see is the
Butting heads the best, it ain't nothing to Beavis
I'm the meanest boy, I got it zipped up thriller jacket I it
Bad bitch Ibiza, she brought a friend like a feature
She got good grade A head I had to repeat it
Six ring flow, leave it after the then
I'm from the bottom where half cats are deceitful
Where drive by and double back like the sequel
Lethal, I'm the goat, rappers should take notes
All you is pussy, don't drop the soap
dancin' on the money hoe
Peep how my hunger grows, life is a fat bitch, I love her rolls
They wake up on my dick, go eat your combs
Go where they go, location undisclosed
Tell her the check don't bounce, her my tongue can roll
I pull up in a drop then peel off like clothes
Picture life being perfect, man I struck a
Man I'm too to earth for these stuck up hoes
In the A, I diddy bop, she got her propped up
Ass fat and she let me lick the pop
With a dark brown sis like she dipped in Wonk
Niggas lost the noodle I ain't really dripping sauce
Poppin, check the skillet, nothing I'm chillin'
Pussy got that virus, hope my sisters catch no feelings
Keep them niggas out your business, help niggas run a business
These niggas swear they but know nothing 'bout forgiveness
The world showed you are just crooked politicians
Spending hundreds since had they baby face like Kenneth
I'd rather be a goofy then a stop the snitching
Internet thuggin, killers
A star in your baby ask Jack Thriller
Selling boy and that Ariana, Mac Miller
Trap rap with a, backpack twist of, young black niggas, tryna the system
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