Luyện nghe bài hát First Day Home

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

Open day, now you
back on the streets
You want no peace
Need a job or
Before you start robbin
Tryin to be
Like you in the mob or

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

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

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

You he a homo
So analyze
He turn around
And juss out your St. Ines
it always gotta take attractive
Ayo P.O. I'm gon be inactive

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

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

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

I juss 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 only job I got is to make hot

up boo
Yeah, you mean
I ain't callin you, I'm home
You wit me tonite
What you mean Trump
Nah, I was thinkin' more a walk or sumthin'
I got no paper

If you want honey, have money
If you want some ass get some cash
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 beard
I ain't had no hair
On my
to diss me
On the

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

At parties
Yo, I right day
A-yo I'm real
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 shit
Yours it
Now its on
My rocc

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

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

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 good nigga even a suit
But the job I got is to make hot soup

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 a suit
But the only job I got is to 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 sold his
But then he startin' rap
And he's still that
Ya, rat