Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
how the f-ck I felt
[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 nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male

Say I'm better than
To the beat that I rap
outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that's what told me
Giving us piss tests, we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna us down
They constantly us up
That's why buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you watch my house
But wanna live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the f-ck you better me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got that wife, up in that 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 jail
Lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, know pressure do
- Chorus]
Birds for the
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, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Who out c'here f-cking with me, huh? 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 f-cking
? Yeah nigga what the
Talking business, yeah
be f-cking with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel like Drew Brees
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't me from bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
If gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeetin
You gon' be the one or be the one fleeing
You better on trucking
Ain't nobody wanna f-ck with me evening
- Chorus]
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
big money, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male
Wayne]
Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
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, muthaf-cking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrasher
We kissed, I lit her ass up than I her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the bitches f-cked, and all my niggas that died

[Birdman -
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking