Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

I came home
I got no loot
I tryin' 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

I juss came
I ain't got no
I ain't tryin' to 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 back on the
You don't want no
Need a job or
you start robbin sumthin'
Tryin to be
Like you in the mob or

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

You see him every Tuesday
Before
But fuck dat you late
And he you back
dis
One day you up some shit

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

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

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 some
A-yo the fact
A-yo I gotta job
Yo I'm gon rap

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

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

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

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

Now I'm comin bacc
New face, new fam
I beard
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 on the same rims
Tellin' I rhyme
Let me

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

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

Louie Baton,
Bently, Prada,
Now its on
like my chic gotta alota
Everything suppossed 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 got no loot
I ain't tryin' to drugs
I ain't tryin to
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even a suit
But the only job I got is to make hot

I came home
I got no loot
I ain't to sell 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 make hot

Yo yo, yo yo, dis a man
a nigga comin' home man
He tryin to hustle man, nahimean
But a nigga was to do that, nahimean
A nigga came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he sold his
But then he startin' rap
And he's doin that
Ya, rat