Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
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 a nigga male

Niggas say I'm better Beethoven
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 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
me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' my house
But wanna live on my street
The ape man told "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got wife, up in white house
I took a look and didn't out
I was in the and didn't bail out
muthafucker didn't fail out
Back to the top the jail house
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we know pressure do

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? me that
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking business, yeah
be fucking with me
Cause you get off easy
I just like Drew Brees
When kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
betta leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Aint no trouble this evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash 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 salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the I've fucked, and all my niggas that died

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