Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt

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

Niggas say I'm better Beethoven
To the that I rap over
outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats they told me
They giving us piss test, we stay rollin'
And know a act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They fucking us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' my house
But don't wanna on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got wife, up in that house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the building and didn't out
Hoping muthafucker fail 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
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the
That's
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I pistol whip ya bitch, her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, 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 hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
Duffle bag too heavy to to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas died

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