Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt
[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money, Cash Money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male

Say I'm than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay outta medicine cabinet
Yeah, that's they told me
Giving us piss tests, cause we stay
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They f-cking us up
That's why we're buck
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you watch my house
But don't wanna on my street
The ape man Tarzan "how the f-ck you better than me?"
Rap I run rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got black wife, up in that white house
I took a look and didn't out
I was in the ? and bail out
Hoping the, didn't out
Back to the top the jail house
'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, know what do
- Chorus]
Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking

Who out c'here f-cking with me, tell me that
I'm to drop that sh-t, where my pamper at?
Try to that, or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this f-cking
? Yeah what the hell
Talking baby business,
be f-cking with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just Drew Brees
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't me from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
If they keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeetin
You be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Ain't wanna f-ck with me this evening
[Birdman -
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male
[Lil
Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I made something out of nothing, for nothin'
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 thrasher
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches f-cked, and all my niggas that died

[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, cash money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male