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 jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang hoppin' out wit' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang hoppin' out wit' TECs
you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't me 'bout the game
I lost my nigga to some
Now we slidin' tryna make a lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' she lost her son
And the cops why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried her son
But niggas know it momma I am not the one

1: Yhung 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 heart so I ain't trippin' off no
I ain't trippin' off no sins that I know I committed
I trippin' off the pen
Thinkin' shit a game, you trippin' off yo' head
Brodie bro be off them drugs, he be off the meg
say I wear my heart 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
gon' 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 'cause we countin' on you

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

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

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 where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke that's what we gon' bring
And I'ma die for my
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit'
Nigga, die for my respect
Slidin', gang hoppin' out wit' TECs
you know about pain?
Never met a referee couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I my nigga to some gunshots
Now we tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my hurtin' 'cause she lost her son
And the cops why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried her son
But these niggas know it I am not the one