Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

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

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

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

I got stories 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 'bout no rollie wanted a
So I tell you these stories know they not made up
Keep on my when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple just to save up
I told my go get it because she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I it

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

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