Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

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

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

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I 'em
Yup, the guys me Samson, I'm dangerous with a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and they quick to make outta handsome
Old rappers, I up your grandson
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, leave 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
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when they us
We got non-believers out there
Make believers non-believers
Make believers out the
Make 'em bow down when they us
They got to bow when they need us

Don't get hogtied fuckin' with the raw
My four-five the law hide
For life, for life
Think your wife 'fore you play with your life
It's that from the battle 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, bullets in your pillow
You fuckin' hero, make that bitch a widow
gon' hurt just a little
White people, sayin' 'ghetto'
It's the pot callin' the kettle
Damn, you the reason why we

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

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