Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

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

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 they us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' Robituss'
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, you the homie
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
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 turn him an angel
Boy, you turn him into an angel?
yeah, turn him to an angel
Don't come around the anger
You know having bangers
If a pussy nigga with me
Swear to god Kirk can't save him
I can get you whacked real
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
nigga you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, she'll ya
Swear to god all I gotta do is point one
close range ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me dead but I can't die
They livin' false, but I can lie
Mob baby, I got ties
I chicken wings on the side
You got higher when you fly
Until then you're 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 through the and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that
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, 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 tellin', they counterfeit

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

I the bales out in the rainy weather
a eight passeng' jet, this 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 popped it and I don't pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk through the club and the they knowin' us
This for them niggas 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 then you the
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', counterfeit

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