Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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 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 job I got is to make hot soup

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

X-tra curicular swift
You hit the streets
Cuz dese niggas a
See yo foul
And he on yo ass
He wanna you
You got no cash

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

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

You he a homo
So analyze
He juss turn
And pissed out your St. Ines
it always gotta take attractive
Ayo P.O. I'm gon be inactive

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

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

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

I juss home
I ain't got no
I ain't to sell drugs
I ain't to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin a
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
you mean Trump International
Nah, I was thinkin' like a walk or sumthin'
I aint got no

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

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

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

At parties
Yo, I left day
I'm real serious
Sell all day
I'm gon get on
1st tracc I spit on

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

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

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

I juss came
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 only job I got is to make hot

I juss home
I got no loot
I ain't 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

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