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
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
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

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the beat I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They giving us piss test, we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
When you you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you watch my house
But don't live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you better 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
Hoping didn't fail out
Back to the top from the jail
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 couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
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 that, or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking baby business,
be fucking with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
That's why I it
I got the gun with the drum
That's
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag 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 haters add a salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga