Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

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

X-tra curicular activities
You can't hit the
Cuz niggas a snitch
See yo foul
And he on yo ass
He violate you
You ain't got no

You gotta see him Tuesday
twelve
But dat you come late
And he you back
dis
One day you made up some

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 thought he a
So baliff
He juss around
And juss out your St. Ines
Reinact it always gotta take
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
be real famous

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

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

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

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

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

Now I'm bacc home
New face, new fam
I gotta
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
bacc to the hood
Playin ball on the rims
niggas I rhyme
Let me

At parties
Yo, I right day
A-yo I'm serious
drugs all day
I'm gon get on
1st tracc that I on

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

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

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

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 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 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 ain't tryin to man, nahimean
But a nigga was to do that, nahimean
A still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his
But then he sellin rap
And still doin that
Ya, rat