Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

I juss came
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

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

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

You gotta see him Tuesday
Before
But fuck dat you late
And he send you
dis
One day you made up some

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

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

I'm on weekly
Switch up
I get a job
You stitch that up
I'm gon be a
be real famous

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

I juss came
I ain't got no
I ain't tryin' to drugs
I tryin' to shoot
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga 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 job I got is to make hot soup

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

If you honey, bettah have money
If you want some ass bettah get some
Its like when I came 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
to diss me
On the

So what I got a haircut
No new
I got old ass
Goin' to the hood
Playin ball on the same
Tellin' I rhyme
Let me

At parties
Yo, I left day
A-yo I'm real
Sell all day
I'm gon get on
1st tracc that I on

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

Baton, Gucci
Bently, Prada,
Now its on
like my chic gotta alota
Everything suppossed to

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

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

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

Yo yo, yo yo, dis a man
Bout a nigga comin' man
He ain't tryin to hustle man,
But a nigga was forced to do that,
A still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his
But then he startin' rap
And he's still doin
Ya, rat