Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
how the fuck I felt

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

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They us piss test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 pistol when they loading
They penalize us, slow us down
constantly fucking us up
Thats why we're 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 wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got wife, up in that house
I took a look and sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
to the top from the jail house
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
a cut, we know what pressure do

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, 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, left me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking baby business,
Don't be fucking me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just Drew Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Aint no trouble this evening

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, 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, 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 my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to 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 I've fucked, and all my niggas that died

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