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 couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real 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 beat I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, what they told me
giving us piss test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They us, tryna slow us down
constantly fucking us up
Thats why we're wild
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 don't 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 a look and didn't sell out
I was in the building and didn't out
Hoping didn't fail out
Back to the top from the jail
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
a cut, we know what pressure do

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

Who out fucking with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop that shit, where my at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just Drew Brees
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
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

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that 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 my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
That's cool, I do it for all the 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
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male