Luyện nghe bài hát Referee

[Chorus: T.O.]
Now days all these want me for some fame
why I don't trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang
We be slidin' them jets where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we bring
And die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit'
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', members hoppin' out wit' TECs
What you know pain?
met a referee that couldn't tell me 'bout the game
I my nigga to some gunshots
Now we slidin' tryna a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' she lost her son
And the cops why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma 'bout her son
But these niggas it momma I am not the one

1: Yhung T.O.]
We ain't tripin' off no
Nigga make a move, we ain't off no words
Bitch I got money, I ain't trippin' off yo'
And the Lord know my heart so I trippin' off no church
I trippin' off no sins 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 them drugs, he be off the meg
They say I wear my heart on my
Now up in the wind so my heart got colder
Say they want me dead, gotta for the vultures
You niggas never emptying them you just loader
I try to DaBoii keep your eyes open
They gon' try an you off so keep that iron on you
I rather 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 want me for fame
That's why I don't trust 'em I just 'em to the gang
We be slidin' through them jets where you niggas hang
If a nigga smoke then that's what we gon' bring
And die for my respect
Slidin', gang members hoppin' out wit'
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 'bout the
I lost my nigga to gunshots
Now we tryna make a nigga lungs stop
I know my grandma hurtin' she lost her son
And the cops wonder why a got a gun
I my momma worried 'bout her son
But these niggas know it I am not the one

[Verse 2:
I'ma die for my
gang members hoppin' out wit' TECs
Up top ain't no reason for a vest
What we on these guns half of y'all would be in debt
So stop talkin' like you slidin' when you know you ain't that
Try and take my chain naw bitch I 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, as well stop talkin'
Fuck pleas lil' nigga stop callin'
Broke ass nigga, a hustle, start ballin'
We want all the smoke yeah we wan't all it
Over T.O. bitch I'm trippin' clip Scottie Pippin
on lil' brodie you gon' have to pay a visit
All up in yo' section, I askin' for permission
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 trust 'em I just pass 'em to the gang
We be slidin' through them where you niggas don't hang
If a nigga want smoke then that's what we gon'
And die for my respect
Slidin', gang members out wit' TECs
Nigga, I'ma die for my
Slidin', members hoppin' out wit' TECs
you know about pain?
Never met a referee that couldn't 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 wonder why a nigga got a gun
I know my momma worried her son
But these niggas it momma I am not the one