Luyện nghe bài hát Referee

[Chorus: T.O.]
Now days all these want me for some fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just pass 'em to the
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas hang
If a nigga want smoke then what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my
Slidin', members hoppin' out wit' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang members out wit' TECs
What you know pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me the game
I my nigga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna make a nigga lungs
I know my grandma 'cause she lost her son
And the cops why a nigga got a gun
I my momma worried 'bout her son
But these niggas it momma I am not the one

1: Yhung T.O.]
We ain't off no nerds
Nigga make a move, we ain't trippin' off no
Bitch I got money, I trippin' off yo' purse
And the Lord know my heart so I ain't off no church
I ain't trippin' off no that I know that I committed
I ain't off the pen
shit a game, you ain't trippin' off yo' head
Brodie bro be off drugs, he be trippin' off the meg
They say I wear my on my shoulder
Now straight up in the wind so my heart got
Say they me dead, gotta watch for the vultures
You niggas never emptying them guns you loader
I try to tell DaBoii keep eyes open
They gon' try an knock you off so keep iron on you
I rather slide wit' you not to slide for you
And keep on the verses 'cause we countin' on you

Yhung T.O.]
Now days all these bitches want me for some
That's why I don't trust 'em I pass 'em to the gang
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas don't
If a nigga want smoke then that's we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit'
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang members out wit' TECs
What you know about
Never met a referee couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some
Now we slidin' make a nigga lungs stop
I know my hurtin' 'cause she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a got a gun
I know my worried 'bout her son
But niggas know it momma I am not the one

2: DaBoii]
I'ma die for my
gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs
Up top ain't no reason for a vest
What we spent on guns half of y'all would be in debt
So stop talkin' like you slidin' when you know you that dumb
Try and take my chain naw I ain't for none
Wit' Glock 27, I'll take a nigga lung
Heard niggas want beef, cater it for fun
We ain't wit' you niggas, might as well stop talkin'
Fuck coppin' pleas nigga stop callin'
Broke ass nigga, find a hustle, start
We all the smoke yeah bitch we wan't all it
Over T.O. bitch I'm trippin' clip Scottie Pippin
Speakin' on lil' you gon' have to pay a visit
All up in yo' section, I ain't askin' for
Bullets wit' my name on it pussy come and send it
Bitch!

Yhung T.O.]
Now days all these want me for some fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just 'em to the gang
We be through them jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon'
And I'ma die for my
Slidin', members hoppin' out wit' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out TECs
What you about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the
I lost my nigga to gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' she lost her son
And the wonder why a nigga got a gun
I my momma worried 'bout her son
But these know it momma I am not the one