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
It's 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 keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
what he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don Mega put a dagger in swagger
Rollin' zones, tell Mick
Fuck the chatter
I got a full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I water into wine like scripture
a toast, every dose is a overdose
And that make your ass do the holy ghost

Make believers outta
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down 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 down when need us

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to take the ass that I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a
my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I fuck up grandson
New rappers, meet Charlie
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
It's a cold, cold world for all these and underachievers
These ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck will they go when they us?

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

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

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 they need us

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