Luyện nghe bài hát Referee

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

[Verse 1: T.O.]
We tripin' off no nerds
make a move, we ain't trippin' off no words
Bitch I got money, I ain't trippin' off yo'
And the Lord know my so I ain't trippin' off no church
I ain't trippin' off no sins that I know I committed
I ain't off the pen
Thinkin' shit a game, you ain't trippin' off yo'
bro be off them drugs, he be trippin' off the meg
They say I wear my heart on my
Now straight up in the so my heart got colder
Say they want me dead, gotta for the vultures
You niggas never emptying them guns you loader
I try to tell keep your eyes open
They try an knock you off so keep that iron on you
'Cause I slide wit' you not to slide for you
And keep killin' on the verses we countin' on you

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

[Verse 2:
I'ma die for my
Slidin' members hoppin' out wit' TECs
Up top aimin' ain't no 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 naw bitch I ain't for none
Wit' this 27, I'll take a nigga lung
Heard niggas want beef, cater it for fun
We ain't playin' wit' you niggas, might as well talkin'
Fuck coppin' lil' nigga stop callin'
Broke ass nigga, find a hustle, ballin'
We want all the smoke yeah we wan't all it
Over T.O. bitch I'm trippin' long clip Pippin
Speakin' on lil' brodie you have to pay a visit
All up in yo' section, I ain't askin' for
Bullets wit' my name on it nigga come and send it
Bitch!

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