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

1]
We just extra (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
First I got booked in Houston sold out show in Texas (sold out showing)
I make no money off this at first this shit was stressful (at first it was)
I was in these niggas face with my CD just a freckle (aye)
I was leavin' the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was 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 Quan you gotta do
I do this shit in life nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty I make week (yeah, yeah)
Rich in spirit 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 some stories I'm tellin' but they not up
Don't try to dap me spare me don't want 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 when I fuck her bae ya we made love
It took eight months and a couple just 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

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

I got some I'm tellin' but they not made up
Don't try to dap me spare 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 chain when I her bae ya we made love
It eight months and a couple weeks just to save up
I my mama go get it because she know I got it
buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it