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
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
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
Stay outta that medicine
Yeah, thats they told me
They us piss test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they
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 fuck my woman and eat my
How the you gon' watch my house
But don't live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the 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
to the top from the jail house
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we know what do

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? me that
I'm bout to drop shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you wont get off
I just like Drew Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it from
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma 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 trouble this evening

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush 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 whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her 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 salt
That's cool, I do it for all the that try
And all the bitches fucked, and all my niggas that died

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