Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

I a non-believer say, "Oh my God"
Ain't too incredible for the Wizard of Oz
Ain't too regretable for me to lose no sleep
the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep
It's West side rollin, pussies get swollen
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 of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck what he say, pimpin' easy
Don Mega put a dagger in 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 like scripture
a toast, every dose is a overdose
And that ghost'll your ass do the holy ghost

Make believers non-believers
Make believers out the
Make 'em bow down when need us
We got some out there
Make believers 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 a phantom
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a
Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta
Old rappers, I fuck up grandson
New rappers, meet Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll leave the with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, pull it out homie, you got to run
It's a cold, cold for all these non-believers and underachievers
These ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck they go when they leave us?

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

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

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

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