Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt
- Chorus]
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, Cash Money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male

Say I'm better than
To the beat that I rap
Stay outta that medicine
Yeah, that's what told me
us piss tests, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
When you you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you gon' my house
But don't wanna on my street
The ape man told "how the f-ck you better than me?"
Rap I run rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got that black wife, up in white house
I took a look and sell out
I was in the ? and didn't out
the, didn't fail out
Back to the top from the house
'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, know what do
[Birdman -
Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop sh-t, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun that f-cking bed
You dun built this castle
? Yeah nigga what the
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop me from
Rappers leave me 'lone
If gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeetin
You gon' be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Ain't nobody f-ck with me this evening
- Chorus]
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, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking
[Lil
Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the gun with the drum
That's
I just popped a couple pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothin'
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a
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 niggas try
And all the bitches I've f-cked, and all my that died

[Birdman -
Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male