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 incredible for the of Oz
nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, 'em and weep
It's that West side rollin, get swollen
Knockin' niggas in the pen, I'm bowlin'
everything I'm holdin'
I made a to myself
I'ma it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, fuck you say
Fuck he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don Mega put a in your swagger
Rollin' zones, tell Mick
Fuck the chatter
I got a full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
out the pitcher, I turn water into wine like scripture
Make a toast, every is a overdose
And that ghost'll make your ass do the ghost

believers outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when they us
We got some non-believers out
believers outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
'em bow down when they need us
They got to bow down when they 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 quick to make ugly outta
Old rappers, I fuck up your
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash damn son, yup, he'll 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
These ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck they go when they leave us?

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

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

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

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