Luyện nghe bài hát Neva Broke

Hey, what's up my
Check this out you been listenin' for
Why don't you these niggas
they really thinkin' about
When be wrappin' mail

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

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

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

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

As long as I got me a strap, I'm broke

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm broke

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

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