Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

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

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

Boo, I pop up a phantom
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I '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 grandson
New rappers, meet Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll the house with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you got to run
It's a cold, world for all these non-believers and underachievers
These fake ass bitches and
Where the fuck will they go they leave us?

Make outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow when they need 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 when they need us

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

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

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