Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

Open day, now you
back on the streets
You don't want no
Need a job or
you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin to be
you in the mob or sumthin

X-tra activities swift
You can't hit the
Cuz dese niggas a
See yo foul
And he on yo ass
He wanna you
You got no cash

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 I send you away
You piss in this cup
Get to

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

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

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

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 wearin a suit
But the only job I got is to hot soup

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 wearin a
But the job I got is to make hot soup

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

If you want honey, bettah money
If you want ass bettah get some cash
Its when 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 gotta
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
bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the rims
niggas I rhyme
Let me

At block
Yo, I left day
I'm real serious
Sell 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 rocc

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

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

I juss home
I ain't got no
I ain't tryin' to sell
I ain't tryin to
I'm tryin' to be a good 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 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

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