Luyện nghe bài hát First Things First

Like, alright, first first, I've been putting in the work
I'm a rebel a cause (with a cause)
Had with the fam
I had problems with the
But I put shit on pause (put that shit on pause)
I've been for a while but I saw you niggas smile
I cancelled all my tours (little pussies)
Someone tell 'em that I'm
I don't never ever slack, my gun and go to war (boy)
I got up in jail, going mad up in their cells
you hear me, bang your doors (bang your doors)
Niggas moving chatty, someone them that I'm scatty
Bro, pull up uninsured like (skkkkkrrr)
Running through my strip, rappers jumping on my
to build up a rapport (it's embarrassing)
I can them man are bitter
But they're it on Twitter, man, I swear I'm so appalled
Before he takes a shot, I'll shoot him (shoot him first)
And poor mum, we was through her purse (through her purse)
We were doing road and church
Looked the devil in his face like motherfucker, do your
Still here tryna' find another
I'm over-loyal, man, I'll for what I'm repping
Dark times niggas in recession
You was fighting with your when I was fighting my depression, wait

Alright, first things first, put you in a hearse
Man, I you boys a lifeline (lifeline)
I was scrolling through my tweets, had up on repeat
And saw a madness on my (on my timeline)
LBC's tryna' black me
And blame your boy for knife crime (like what?)
I don't use a shank, I got money in the
Man, I'd rather do a by (dickheads)
Mad, mad demons in my
Young wasn't ready for the limelight (he wasn't ready)
Took a little break from the game, started
Man, I had to get my mind (started praying)
All black clothes till I bright
beams fucking up my eyesight
They me on the sly
But I bet you if I died, you would see em at my night (fake youts)
They asking if I'm real, I'm real ('nough)
Still got a killers in the cut (cut)
If coming nice
I big him up, kill
But my niggas make a off a drug (aye)
Rapping like I'm jigga but I'm (puff)
End wanna show a nigga love (love)
But if it me you would never let my niggas in the club
Fuck DSTRKT and all these nightclubs
And fuck giving money to that don't like us
There's riots in the just tell me where I sign up
The rave goes silly time I pick the mic up (whoa)
I got smoke, you can a bit
A coloured brother with a to pick
But I still get to gunning, don't be running when I mine
Before we said our prayers, there was signs (gang signs)