Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

Uh
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DJ Carnage Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
Thugger times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm
You know what I'm 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 through the club and the bitches they 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 then you the
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up with criminals,
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
Fuck nigga, try me at any
shoot him and turn him into an angel
Boy, you gon' turn him into an
Fuck yeah, him to an angel
Don't around with the anger
You know everybody having
If a pussy nigga with me
to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you whacked easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
Pussy you're no danger
Gangster bitch with me, spank ya
to god all I gotta do is point one finger
She'll close ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga slow it
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 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 the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas 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 you the homie
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, you the homie
up with criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
These niggas they tellin', counterfeit

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

I took the out in the rainy weather
This a eight passeng' jet, this is not
I'm a big dawg, got my with me, German 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 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' 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, 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 niggas tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten dollar toe ring on, know what I'm sayin'?
some motherfucking Giuseppe sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my on my toes too, by the way, know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all
Blue cheese, no
How you dig that, know what I'm
Yeah I dig that 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 what I'm sayin'?
man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma take it