Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

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DJ Carnage times Thugger, you what I'm sayin'?
times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You what I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya Ya dig?

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they that Robituss'
I had a baby at and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did time you the homie
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, then you the
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These niggas tellin', they counterfeit

Put that on the newspaper
In the sea with tons strapped to his ankles
nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him an angel?
yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around the anger
You everybody having bangers
If a pussy nigga with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't him
I can get you real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
Pussy nigga no danger
bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to god all I gotta do is point one
close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', slow it down
RIP to Troupe, it out
You me dead but I can't ever die
They livin' false, but I can lie
Mob baby, I got ties
I want chicken on the side
You got higher dreams you fly
Until then you're near the sky

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These niggas tellin', they counterfeit

You was the plug, you the homie
You tell, then you the homie
You know it's but shooter on me
Them niggas know and never on me
I a Mac in the Louis bag
like I got the computers on me
I'ma get back at your ass
We whack you to better the sooner homie
I be fucking your Wednesday
I'm with that bitch and she on me
All of that shit be up
I'm poppin' and they more rumours on me
She gon' jump on dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she do it for me
though my lil' bitches be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I the money nigga, woah

I took the bales out in the weather
a eight passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, Sheppard, uh
I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby, Whitney
Can't let you go outside, I cannot let you dig it

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't even it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did then you the homie
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These niggas tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all
cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm
Yeah I dig with a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP times a Rollie
It's YSL slime
You gotta stay to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the ready, call yo I'ma take it