Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

Uh
Uh
DJ times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
times 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 bitches knowin' us
This for them niggas that 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 then you the
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, then you the
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These they tellin', they counterfeit

Put that on the newspaper
In the sea some 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?
yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around the anger
You know everybody bangers
If a pussy play with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin save him
I can get you whacked easy
You are not a Ranger, you a stranger
Pussy nigga you're no
bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to god all I do is point one finger
She'll range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me dead but I ever die
They false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, I got ties
I want chicken on the side
You got dreams when you fly
Until then you're never the sky

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 they us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they 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 criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These they tellin', they counterfeit

You was the plug, you the homie
You never tell, you the homie
You know it's but shooter on me
Them niggas know and movin' on me
I a Mac in the Louis bag
Look I got the computers on me
I'ma get back at stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the sooner
I be your Wednesday crush
I'm with bitch and she droolin' on me
All of that be made up
I'm poppin' and 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' be used to money
Just like Jay and Bey daughter I the money nigga, woah

I took the out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, 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 it and I don't even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we through the club and the bitches 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 then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
These niggas they tellin', counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm
With some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on,
Know what I'm sayin', with my 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, know I'm sayin'
I dig that with a golden shovel on another 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