Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

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

Niggas say I'm than 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 a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They fucking us up
Thats why buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my
How the fuck you gon' watch my
But wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got wife, up in that house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the building and 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

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 fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm bout to that 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 that fucking bed
You dun built this castle
Buckwheat and cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Drew
When kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker trouble this

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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red like a Russian
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I 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 add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that 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 couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male