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 know I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya dig? Ya

I got a of Ace and I popped 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 drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since then I 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 criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
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 turn him an angel
Boy, you gon' him into an angel?
Fuck yeah, him to an angel
Don't around with the anger
You know everybody having
If a pussy nigga with me
Swear to god Kirk Franklin save him
I can get you real easy
You are not a Ranger, you a stranger
Pussy 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', 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 wings on the side
You got higher dreams you fly
then you're never near the sky

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

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

I took the bales out in the weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs me, German Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so to Bobby, Whitney
let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it

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 since then I 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,
Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These niggas they tellin', they

Yeah, I got a ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
With some motherfucking Giuseppe 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, what I'm sayin'
Yeah I dig that with a golden on another level
a iced out AP times a Rollie bezel
It's YSL slime
You gotta stay ready to keep gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo take it