Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

Uh
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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 Ya dig?

I got a of Ace and I popped it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they 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 then you the homie
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', counterfeit

Put fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with tons strapped to his ankles
nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and him into an angel
Boy, you gon' him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, him to an angel
Don't around with the anger
You everybody having bangers
If a nigga play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin can't him
I can get you whacked easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch me, she'll spank ya
Swear to god all I gotta do is point one
She'll close ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', slow it down
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me dead but I 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
then 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 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 time then you the
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, you the homie
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These they tellin', they counterfeit

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

I took the bales out in the rainy
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not
I'm a big dawg, got my with me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so to Bobby, Whitney
Can't let you go outside, I cannot 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 through the club and the they knowin' us
This for them niggas that 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 then you the
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know 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 on me, all hundreds
cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another
With a iced out AP times a bezel
It's YSL shit
You stay ready to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma it