Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

I make a 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 cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and
It's that side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas in the pen, I'm bowlin'
everything I'm holdin'
I made a to myself
I'ma keep it gangsta always in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain't
Don put a dagger in your swagger
Rollin' zones, Mick Jagger
Fuck the chit
I got a full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I water into wine like scripture
Make a toast, dose is a overdose
And that ghost'll make your ass do the ghost

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

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a
Call my niggas at and they quick to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I fuck up grandson
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 non-believers and underachievers
These fake ass and divas
Where the will they go when they leave us?

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

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

We got some out there
Make believers outta
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when they 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 believe in somethin',
Why not in me?