Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

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

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

curicular activities swift
You hit the streets
Cuz dese niggas a
See yo nigga
And he on yo ass
He wanna you
You ain't got no

You see him every Tuesday
twelve
But fuck dat you late
And he you back
dis
One day you made up some

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

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

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

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

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

I came 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

up boo
Yeah, you mean
I ain't callin you, collect I'm
You wit me tonite
What you Trump International
Nah, I was thinkin' more like a or sumthin'
I aint got no

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

Now I'm comin home
New face, new fam
I beard
Before I ain't had no
On my
to diss me
On the

So I ain't got a haircut
No new
I got old ass
bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the rims
Tellin' I rhyme
Let me

At block
Yo, I left day
A-yo I'm real
Sell all day
I'm gon get on
1st tracc that I on

I'm gon it
you and plus taste it
I get my shit
Yours it
Now its on
My rocc

Baton, Gucci
Bently, Prada,
Now its on
It's like my chic gotta
she's suppossed to

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

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

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

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