Luyện nghe bài hát The Author

The average like 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 wanted a
So when I tell you this story they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae yeah we made
It took eight months and 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

1]
We just 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 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 leavin' the when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was up I was goin' extra
Right before the new Walmart I was on Gresham
I myself never fall off Quan you gotta do better
I do this shit in real nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was as hell 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 harder than 'em (that too)
It's copywritten cause I wrote it I'm the author

I got some stories I'm 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 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 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 I grew up in just to say I bought it

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

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 no 'bout no rollie 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 my mama go get it because she know I got it
buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it