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
that West side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
I made a to myself
I'ma keep it gangsta always even in the of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, fuck you say
Fuck what he say, ain't easy
Don put a dagger in your swagger
Rollin' zones, tell Mick
the chit chatter
I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine scripture
a toast, every dose is a overdose
And ghost'll make your ass do the holy ghost

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

Boo, I pop up like a
And got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm with a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and quick to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I fuck up your
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll the house with a handgun
But if he ran Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you ain't got to run
a cold, cold world for all these non-believers and underachievers
These ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck will they go when leave us?

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

get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide
My make the law hide
For life, for life
about your wife 'fore you play with your life
It's that rattlesnake from the battle state,
That python with the mic on,
trees are like 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 fuckin' hero, make that bitch a widow
This hurt just a little
people, stop sayin' 'ghetto'
It's the pot callin' the kettle
Damn, you the reason why we

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

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