Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

I came home
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 make hot

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

Open day, now you
back on the streets
You want no peace
a job or sumthin'
Before you robbin sumthin'
to be made
Like you in the mob or

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

You gotta see him every
Before
But dat you come late
And he you back
dis
One day you made up shit

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

You thought he a
So baliff
He turn around
And juss out your St. Ines
Reinact it always 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' lame
Give me some
A-yo 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 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

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 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 messin' wit me
you mean Trump International
Nah, I was thinkin' more like a 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 home
New face, new fam
I gotta
Before I ain't had no
On my
Used to me
On the

So what I got a haircut
No new
I got old ass
Goin' bacc to the
Playin on the same rims
Tellin' niggas I
Let me

At block
Yo, I right day
A-yo I'm real
Sell all day
I'm gon get on
1st tracc I spit on

I'm gon it
you and plus taste it
I get my shit
race it
Now its on
My girl

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

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

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

I juss home
I got no loot
I ain't tryin' to sell
I ain't tryin to
I'm tryin' to be a good nigga 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 to hustle man, nahimean
But a was forced to do that, nahimean
A still came out on top
Cuz he hustled, he his cracc
But then he startin' rap
And he's still doin
Ya, rat