Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

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 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 robbin sumthin'
to be made
Like you in the mob or

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

You see him every Tuesday
twelve
But fuck dat you come
And he send you
dis
One day you made up shit

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

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

I'm on weekly
Switch up
I get a job
You could that up
I'm gon be a
A-yo be real

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

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

I juss came
I got no loot
I ain't tryin' to 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

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

If you honey, bettah have money
If you want some ass bettah get some
Its like when I 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
I ain't had no hair
On my
to diss me
On the

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

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

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

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

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

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

I juss home
I got no loot
I ain't tryin' to sell
I tryin to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good even wearin' 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 tryin to hustle man, nahimean
But a was forced to do that, nahimean
A nigga came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his
But then he sellin rap
And he's still that
Ya, rat