Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
how the fuck I felt

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Niggas say I'm better than
To the beat that I rap
Stay outta that medicine
Yeah, thats what told me
They giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me monkey, call me jigaboo
you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' my house
But wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you better me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got wife, up in that white
I took a look and sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
Back to the top from the house
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
a cut, we know what pressure do

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Who out fucking with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop that shit, my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and cant do nothing with this little rascal"
nigga what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker trouble evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
bag too heavy to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches fucked, and all my niggas that died

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male