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 incredible for the of Oz
Ain't nothin' too regretable for me to no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and
that West side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' down in the pen, I'm bowlin'
everything I'm holdin'
I a promise to myself
I'ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, fuck you say
Fuck he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don Mega put a dagger in your
zones, tell Mick Jagger
Fuck the chatter
I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn into wine like scripture
Make a toast, every dose is a
And that ghost'll make your ass do the ghost

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

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

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

get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide
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 like napalm,
In my hood he Treyvon, try me
I'm walkin' home with my
The neighborhood watch first house to get
Bust, bullets in your pillow
You fuckin' hero, don't make bitch a widow
This hurt just a little
White people, stop 'ghetto'
It's like the pot the kettle
Damn, you the reason why we

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

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