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 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 know no rollie wanted a Jacob
So I tell you this story know they not made up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae we made love
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 just to say I it

1]
We just flexin' (yeah) hundred racks on a necklace (ohh)
time I got booked in Houston sold out show 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 niggas face with my CD just like a (aye)
I was prolly the studio when they was on they way to breakfast
When they was prolly goin' to sleep I was still up I was extra
Right the new Walmart I was still on Gresham
I told myself never fall off Quan you do better
I do this shit in real nigga no make believe (no, no)
I was broke as hell growin' up now fifty what I make (yeah, yeah)
in spirit that the way to be (rich homie baby)
These niggas cotton and I'm harder than 'em (that too)
It's copywritten cause I it I'm the author nigga

I got stories 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 a Jacob
So when I tell you these stories know they not up
Keep on my chain when I fuck her bae ya we made
It took eight months and a weeks just to save up
I told my mama go get it she know I got it
buy the house I grew up in just to say I bought it

2]
At the strip we at [?]
Fifty thousand on my
months I was savin'
I we [?]
out ball my paper yeah
Real life not made up (nah)
In high school fuckin' hoes by Stephenson out by Decatur (fuck hoes)
Smokin' by the cafeteria near the gyms
Smokin' mid throwin' out the seeds and spittin' out the (spittin' out the stems)
Niggas tried to count me down so I had to the rim (I bent my act)
I remember house 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 there'll be better (I love you mama)
I try to put away my pride no middle all my fears (nah real talk man)
We need a plate try to starve us
Can't make this up when you the (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 want that fake
At ten ain't no 'bout no rollie wanted a
So when I tell you these stories know they not up
Keep on my chain 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 she know I got it
Might buy the house I grew up in just to say I it