Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

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

Niggas say I'm better than
To the beat I rap over
outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats they told me
They giving us piss test, cause we stay
And know a nigga act better than a .45 pistol when they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They fucking us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck my and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' watch my
But wanna live on my street
The ape man Tarzan "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got wife, up in white house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
Back to the top the jail 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 couple
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm bout to drop that shit, where my at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga what the
baby business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Aint no trouble this evening

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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
That's
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 your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that muthafucking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a 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 add a little salt
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that

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