Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the fuck I felt

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash oilwell
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 than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, thats what told me
They us piss test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they
They penalize us, slow us down
constantly fucking us up
Thats why buck wild
Call me monkey, call me jigaboo
When you you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you watch my house
But wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you 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 bail out
Hoping muthafucker fail out
Back to the top from the jail
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we what pressure do

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big shit, cash money oilwell
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 me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this fucking
and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga what the
baby business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you get off easy
I just like Drew Brees
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

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

Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a
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 my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that

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