Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

I juss home
I ain't got no
I tryin' to sell drugs
I ain't to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even a suit
But the job I got is to make hot soup

I came home
I ain't got no
I ain't to sell drugs
I ain't to shoot
I'm to be a good nigga even wearin a suit
But the job I got is to make hot soup

day, now you release
Peeps on the streets
You want no peace
a job or sumthin'
Before you start robbin
to be made
Like you in the mob or

X-tra activities swift
You hit the streets
Cuz dese a snitch
See yo nigga
And he on yo ass
He violate you
You ain't got no

You see him every Tuesday
Before
But fuck dat you late
And he send you
dis
One day you up some shit

You him
You was late cuz ya is sick
He said okay next time I send you
You bettah in this cup
Get to

You thought he a
So baliff
He juss around
And juss pissed out St. Ines
Reinact it gotta take attractive
Ayo P.O. I'm gon be inactive

While I'm on
that up
I get a job
You stitch that up
I'm gon be a
A-yo be real

on TV
Neva sayin' shit
Give me slacc
A-yo the fact
I gotta job nigga
Yo I'm gon rap

I juss came
I ain't got no
I ain't tryin' to sell
I tryin' to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin a
But the job I got is to make hot soup

I juss home
I ain't got no
I tryin' to sell drugs
I ain't to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a nigga even wearin a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot

up boo
Yeah, what you
I ain't callin you, collect I'm
You messin' wit me
What you mean Trump
Nah, I was thinkin' more a walk or sumthin'
I got no paper

If you want honey, bettah have
If you want some ass get some cash
Its when I came home life went too fast
I left the streets, yo
I was the man

Now I'm comin home
New face, new fam
I beard
Before I had no hair
On my
to diss me
On the

So what I ain't got a
No new
I got old ass
Goin' bacc to the
Playin ball on the rims
Tellin' niggas I
Let me

At block
Yo, I right day
A-yo I'm real
drugs all day
I'm gon get on
1st that I spit on

I'm gon it
Smuther you and plus it
I get my shit
race it
Now its on
My girl

Louie Baton,
Bently, Prada,
Now its on
It's like my gotta alota
Everything she's to

She the only one I'm close to
Otha people is
I got so much beef for these on Jakes
Its like some of 'em most of 'em fake

I juss home
I ain't got no
I tryin' to sell drugs
I ain't tryin to
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even a suit
But the job I got is to make hot soup

I juss home
I ain't got no
I ain't tryin' to sell
I ain't to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even a suit
But the only job I got is to hot soup

Yo yo, yo yo, dis a man
Bout a nigga comin' man
He ain't tryin to hustle man,
But a nigga was to do that, nahimean
A nigga came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his
But he startin' sellin rap
And he's still doin
Ya, rat