Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

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

Make outta non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when need us
We got some non-believers out
Make believers outta
Make 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 quick to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I up your grandson
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll leave the with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, 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 will they go when they leave us?

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

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

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

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