Luyện nghe bài hát Day One

(Verse)
500 grand, eat lobster
Hope the niggas got for sale
So money, no fingernails
body, engine and a tail
lips, V12
Kiss the king but don't and tell
So many rings, need a Jordan
T-Raw's, it's ain't all for
Just a swiss account
stay the same at this amount
LK, you what that's about
Hard to check a when the checks that bounce
Fuck around, out of class
millions now, my teacher mad
She need a job and I her that
Young with big stacks
Buy my and ain't gave it back
How you think brought you the raw
How you think you the phantom rap?
plates, I'm reflectin that
Every day my birthday, nigga LA my
This ain't a race but I'm place
I never fucked with you in the place
We on a pace, nigga so long
I ain't the you could hold on
the wave or just float on
Get off my back, I'm lead on
Always home when the on
it's cold shoulders niggas be gone
Niggas be

(Hook 1) (x2)
I'm still the same nigga, same bitches we
No difference, me since day one
Real nigga day one
Cuz I ain't day two
Talkin bout what I'm through
But who the fuck aksed

(Bridge)
you, aksed you,
Aksed you, you,
you, aksed you,
But who the fuck you?

(Hook 2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? That's me
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? me bitch
Niggas talk, don't cross the line
I murder them every time
Niggas wanna talk, don't the line
I murder motherfuckers every time

(Verse)
a thin line between love and hate
A thin line between real and
Keep a nigga based on shape, ass
She gon make it clap,
me room, 50 feet, all in my space
I'm the one you and don't hesitate
See me layin on yo back, man eat this shell like it's Pac
Do it under one tape, what you
T-Raw to blame, T-Raw to
Got a piggy bank, pretty model sittin to me - that's accessory
be sassin me
How do you have the
When a verse bring cash to me
I be gassin me, you wanna on me?
Have yo where yo feet should be
Laid out in yo room, murder you then watch it on TV
Ain't no me, breaking news that's me
Headline, we can go up
Greenbay Packer, hell lit, hell yea
He a ape man, I'm turnt up to ten
Fuck with me, and repent
Mill to the
from the block, little hardknock
Lock it up, me in a cell block, I can make it
You ain't made shit, you (stop complainin)

(Hook 2) (x2)
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? me bitch
Who dat be? Who dat be?
Who dat be? me bitch
wanna talk, don't cross the line
I murder them motherfuckers time
wanna talk, don't cross the line
I them motherfuckers every time