Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average person like Nard & B gon think this shit I'm talkin' bout made up or make believe or some shit, but nah man, my everyday life dawg

I got some I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't know 'bout no wanted a Jacob
So when I tell you this know they not made up
Keep on my chain I fuck her bae yeah we made love
It took eight months and couple weeks to save up
I my mama go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I up in just to say I bought it

1]
We extra flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
First time I got booked in Houston sold out in Texas (sold out showing)
I couldn't make no money off this at first this shit was (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD like a freckle (aye)
I was prolly leavin' the studio when was on they way to breakfast
they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was still on
I told myself never fall off you gotta do better
I do this shit in real life nigga no make (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit that the way to be (rich baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that too)
It's copywritten I wrote it I'm the author nigga

I got some stories I'm tellin' but not made up
Don't try to dap me just me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie a Jacob
So when I tell you these know they not made up
on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple weeks just to up
I told my mama go get it because she I got it
Might buy the house I up in just to say I bought it

2]
At the club we at [?]
thousand on my bracelet
Eight months I was
I we [?]
Tryna out ball my yeah
Real story not made up (nah)
In high fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck them hoes)
by the cafeteria back near the gyms
Smokin' mid out the seeds and spittin' out the stems (spittin' out the stems)
tried to count me down so I had to bend the rim (I bent my act)
I remember house recording no engineer (hey, hey)
Remember when grandmama died it hurt couldn't shed a
I swear I saw my mama cry didn't there'll be better years (I love you mama)
I try to put my pride no middle face all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a don't try to starve us
Can't make this up you the author (rich homie baby)

I got some I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me just me don't want that fake love
At ten ain't no no rollie wanted a Jacob
So I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made
It eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it because she I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in to say I bought it