Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the f-ck I felt
[Birdman -
Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, Cash Money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male

Say I'm than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay that medicine cabinet
Yeah, that's they told me
us piss tests, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us
They f-cking us up
That's why we're buck
me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f-ck my and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you 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 jump
Who we got black wife, up in that white house
I took a and didn't sell out
I was in the ? and bail out
Hoping the, fail out
Back to the top the jail house
Lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, what pressure do
[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, cash money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop 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 f-cking bed
You dun this f-cking castle
? Yeah nigga what the
Talking baby business,
Don't be with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Brees
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop me from
Rappers leave me 'lone
If they gon' keep on
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 keep on
Ain't wanna f-ck with me this evening
- Chorus]
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male
Wayne]
Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothin'
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, muthaf-cking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a
We kissed, I lit her ass up than I 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 little
cool, I do it for all the niggas that 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
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money, cash 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