Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

Uh
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DJ Carnage times Thugger, you what I'm sayin'?
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you what I'm sayin'?
You know what I'm 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 through the club and the bitches knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that
I had a baby at and ever since then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did time then you the
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These they tellin', they counterfeit

Put that fuckboy on the
In the sea with some tons to his ankles
nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an
Boy, you gon' him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, turn him to an
Don't around with the anger
You know having bangers
If a pussy nigga with me
to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked real
You are not a Ranger, you a stranger
nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, spank ya
Swear to god all I gotta do is point one
close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga it down
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me dead but I can't die
livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got
I want chicken on the side
You got higher when you fly
Until then you're near the sky

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

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

I took the bales out in the rainy
This a eight jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my with me, German 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 through the club and the bitches they us
for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been up
Player, oh you the
If you did time you the homie
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a like I'm a bitch
niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe on, know what I'm sayin'?
some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got cheese on me, all hundreds
Blue cheese, no
How you dig that, know what I'm
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on level
With a iced out AP times a bezel
YSL slime shit
You gotta stay ready to from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it