Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
That's how the f-ck I
- Chorus]
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, Money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real 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 beat I rap over
Stay 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 us, tryna slow us down
constantly f-cking us up
That's why we're wild
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my
How the f-ck you gon' my house
But wanna live 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 wife, up in that white house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the ? and bail out
Hoping the, didn't out
to the top from the jail house
Lace 'em up, tie ya
a cut, know what pressure do
[Birdman -
Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
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 male

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop that sh-t, 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 nigga the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you stop me from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
If they keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeetin
You be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Ain't nobody wanna f-ck with me evening
[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
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 with a f-cking
Wayne]
Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the
percussion
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed 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 I've f-cked, and all my niggas died

[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money, money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking