Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, money 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

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay outta medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They giving us piss test, cause we stay
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol they loading
They penalize us, slow us down
They fucking us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you wanna my woman and eat my barbeque
How the you gon' watch my house
But wanna 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 took a look and sell out
I was in the building and bail out
Hoping muthafucker fail out
Back to the top from the house
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, we know what do

for the summer
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, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop that shit, my pamper 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 built this fucking
and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be with me
you wont get off easy
I feel like Drew Brees
When kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if gon' keep on breathing
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 keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker trouble this

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money 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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
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
for the runners
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 nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male