Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

I came home
I got no loot
I ain't to sell 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 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

day, now you release
Peeps on the streets
You don't want no
a job or sumthin'
Before you start sumthin'
Tryin to be
Like you in the mob or

X-tra curicular activities
You hit the streets
Cuz dese niggas a
See yo nigga
And he on yo ass
He violate you
You got no cash

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

You him
You was cuz ya moms is sick
He okay next time I send you away
You piss in this cup
Get to

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

While I'm on
that up
I get a job
You could stitch up
I'm gon be a
be real famous

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

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

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

up boo
Yeah, what you
I ain't you, collect I'm home
You wit me tonite
you mean Trump International
Nah, I was thinkin' like a walk or sumthin'
I got no paper

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

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

So what I got a haircut
No new
I got old ass
Goin' bacc to the
Playin ball on the same
Tellin' niggas I
Let me

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo yo, yo yo, dis a man
Bout a nigga comin' man
He tryin to hustle man, nahimean
But a nigga was to do that, nahimean
A still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he his cracc
But then he startin' rap
And he's still doin
Ya, rat