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
nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, 'em and weep
It's that West rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
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
what he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don put a dagger in your swagger
Rollin' zones, Mick Jagger
the chit 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
'em bow down when they need us
We got some non-believers out
Make believers non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
They got to bow down when they us

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to 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 ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I up your grandson
New rappers, meet Charlie
I brainwash your damn son, yup, leave the house with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, it out homie, you ain't got to run
It's a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and
These fake ass bitches and
Where the fuck will they go when leave us?

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

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

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

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