Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

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

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 knowin' us
This for niggas that 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, you the homie
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

Put fuckboy on the newspaper
In the sea with some tons to his ankles
nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and him into an angel
Boy, you turn him into an angel?
yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around with the
You know having bangers
If a pussy play 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 you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, spank ya
Swear to god all I gotta do is point one
She'll close ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga 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, baby I got
I want chicken on the side
You got dreams when you fly
Until you're never near the sky

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 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, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
niggas they tellin', they counterfeit

You was the plug, then you the
You never tell, you the homie
You know it's but shooter on me
Them niggas know and never on me
I keep a Mac in the bag
Look I got the computers on me
I'ma get at your stupid ass
We gon' whack you to the sooner homie
I be fucking Wednesday crush
I'm with that bitch and she on me
All of that shit be up
I'm poppin' and makin' more rumours on me
She gon' on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a check and she do it for me
Even though my bitches be used to money
like Jay and Bey daughter I blew 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 just let you dig it

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 drankin' Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever then I been growin' 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
Chanel, then you the bitch
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 what I'm
With some motherfucking Giuseppe on, bitch
Know I'm sayin', with my tattoos 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 I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden shovel on another
With a iced out AP a Rollie bezel
It's YSL shit
You gotta stay ready to keep gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, yo I'ma take it