Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

I juss came
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 hot soup

I juss came
I ain't got no
I tryin' to sell drugs
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
Peeps on the streets
You don't want no
a job or sumthin'
Before you robbin sumthin'
to be made
Like you in the mob or

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 ain't got no

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

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

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

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

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

I came home
I ain't got no
I ain't 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 hot soup

I juss home
I ain't got no
I ain't to sell drugs
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

up boo
Yeah, what you
I callin you, collect I'm home
You messin' wit me
you mean Trump International
Nah, I was thinkin' more a walk or sumthin'
I aint got no

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

Now I'm bacc home
New face, new fam
I gotta
Before I had no hair
On my
Used to me
On the

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

At block
Yo, I left day
A-yo I'm 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 girl

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

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

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

I juss came
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 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 tryin to hustle man, nahimean
But a was forced to do that, nahimean
A nigga still out on top
Cuz he hustled, he his cracc
But then he startin' rap
And still doin that
Ya, rat