Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Broke

Hey, what's up my
Check this out you been for awhile
Why don't you tell niggas
What they really about
When be wrappin' this

Turn my mail, I talk to rappers when I down
I'ma go by me a with my bitches welfare check
And if I hurt her feelings who a fuck
I'm out for myself, bout to make me a smooth

I keep it on the under in a closet on the hush
On my way to victories surplus
To get a blend aqua windbreaker , to blue latchin' vendeta
Scadalism, what I'm majorin' in
Yeah, murderism I'm niggas in

So give up the ghost my
me, I used to be your main nigga
But fuck ya, I'm and I hate ya fuckin' guts
I got it in me cause ya clockin' bucks

Break yourself, makin' quarters, ladies rings,
I'll take that cartridge out and set it on the
for the jack if ya sellin' coke
As long as I got me a strap nigga, I'm broke

As as I got me a strap, I'm never broke

Got the nigga car at the mall on
Beat strip, beat tip fucked him like a
I'm nigga to hate playas
A playa hater starvin' like

You got some
I'm right back chokin' again
Chokin' mo' now before I did when I in
Tomorrow I got to go take a piss test for

I'm tryin' to clean out my system with stay clean and seals
But I'm gon' be late, I'm on
it's too early for me to go back on a violation
Fuck my P.O. I need M O

N E Y so I can get and kick in this nigga's door
It's four in the morning I'm on a peep
The best time to catch a in his sleep
Wake ya ass I know ya rich

Tell me where the fuck is yours, I'ma ya bitch
Do in ya greasel I tie him up
And him watch me poke her, I'm never broke

Do in ya greasel I tie him up
Then I made him watch me poke her, I'm broke
I'm never

Baby crevice was like a pair of vice grips
I looked at pop and said, "You got a lil' dick"
Havin' shame he was cryin' a toddler
Nigga stand here baby scream and holler

I said, "You got one mo' nigga where is the minl"
He said, "It's in the den corner, top vent"
Folks remember I'm scandalous and anti-fuckless
I carry diseases such as herpes and nut

Nutted in the bitch, kissed her on her
Made her get up and suck a little
The had her some play though
Ya know she throat my big ol'

I dropped my strap a sucker would
She said, "How it feel", I said, "Good"
She said, "You know ain't the way to mix business with pleasure"
I said, "I know ain't the weather to make miserable pleasure"
You know this ain't the weather to mix and pleasure

Shit, she to bite off my pecker
rex loose, I hangin' juice
And after juice you beggin' for shit
Like you gon' knock it out

up my tech up off the ground
Pistol whipped, tied up down
I need a black but a butter knife will do
To the vent I to collect all my due

out the side of boss game steward
Hopped in my hoo-ride made a left on
the dark alleys black this black that
As long as I got me a strap I'm never broke, yeah

I'm never

Oh I see, so what you're saying is a
Is something like an
Keep revenues up to par
And all you need is a

Precisely that's how motherfuckers make them fat
See I'm way in the rap industry
'Cause I skip, that real-life type shit
Feel it, so hustle up the true motherfuckers
Apart the tarp and the motherfuckin' good from the not huh