Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

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

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I been 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
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Chanel, then 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 some tons strapped to his ankles
Fuck nigga, try me at any
I'ma shoot him and turn him an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him an angel?
Fuck yeah, him to an angel
come around with the anger
You know everybody bangers
If a pussy nigga play me
to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, spank ya
to god all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', slow it down
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me but I can't ever die
livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, baby I got
I want wings on the side
You got dreams when you fly
Until you're never near the sky

I got a bottle of Ace and I it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for niggas that hated on me and they drankin' 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
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', counterfeit

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

I the bales out in the rainy weather
This a eight jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so ready to Bobby,
Can't let you go outside, I just let you dig it

I got a bottle of Ace and I it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a at fifteen 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, you the homie
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they

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