Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big shit, cash money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
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 beat I rap over
Stay that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what told me
They giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they
They penalize us, tryna us down
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you watch my house
But don't wanna on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you better me?"
Rap I run rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got wife, up in that white
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping didn't fail out
Back to the top from the jail
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we know what do

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money 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 with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just Drew Brees
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it from
Rappers betta leave me
if gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
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 told her 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
That's cool, I do it for all the that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my 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
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga