Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

To all the (non-believers, non-believers)

I a non-believer say, "Oh my God"
Ain't nothin' too for the Wizard of Oz
Ain't nothin' too for me to lose no sleep
These the I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep
It's that West rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm
everything I'm holdin'
I made a promise to
I'ma keep it gangsta even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don Mega put a in your swagger
Rollin' zones, Mick Jagger
Fuck the chit
I got a bladder of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture
Make a toast, every dose is a
And that ghost'll make ass do the holy ghost

believers outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
We got non-believers out there
believers outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
'em bow down when they need us
They got to bow down when need us

Boo, I pop up like a
And got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em
Yup, the call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and they to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I fuck up your
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, leave the house with a handgun
But if he ran Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain't got to run
It's a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and
fake ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck will they go when they us?

Make believers non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when need us
We got non-believers out there
Make believers non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
got to bow down when they need us

Don't get hogtied with the raw hide
My four-five the law hide
For life, gangsta for
Think about wife 'fore you play with your life
It's that from the battle state, trick
That with the mic on, bitch
Palm trees are napalm, grimy
In my he like Treyvon, try me
I'm home with my Skittles
The neighborhood first house to get riddled
Bust, leave in your pillow
You fuckin' hero, don't that bitch a widow
gon' hurt just a little
White people, stop 'ghetto'
It's like the pot the kettle
Damn, you the why we ghetto

We got some out there
Make believers outta
Make believers out the
'em bow down when they need us
They got to bow when they need us

Can you believe mother fuckin' shit?
Havin' faith is in somethin' you have yet to see
You got to in somethin', homie
Why not in me?