Luyện nghe bài hát The Statement

Uh
Well
Only if you niggas could walk in my homie
is "The Statement"

Uh
Look in my eyes nothing mediocre
Can't see the beast into my inner ah
Welcome to my building, and meet the newest owner
Out a coma, I'm a type of organ donor
Different breed, come and see why be hating on him
Hundred thousand jewels, need a sweater thermal
Bitch I'm paranormal, hot as fucking
Rep my city, play the base like I was Sosa
Uh, I'm taking over, my inner motive
Smell the money odor, trying to meet my quota
Dopest nigga around, minus all that baking
Heavy roller, me motor, Giovanna floaters
Sick and of being cried, now that shit is over
Hot as early morning Folgers, I'm twenty soldiers
out, just like the album, deuces up to H.O.V.A.
Brush the hate up off my shoulders, welcome me
Got my CD on my collar a violin
Broward County, nigga run it like a
Newest artist a hundred grand advancement
Gave my a couple bands for enhancement
Ha, so what the fuck them talking about?
I am the only they talking about
A lot of rumors but I'm guap
bladders, laughing at them as I see the top
Ha, rather backing me to the fucking
I swear they hate when niggas getting
But I'm to my chain and watch
Balling like I'm Chris Bosh, never would I
Uh, I see them staring they looking ass
Quick to judge a nigga, haters wish I'm bad
Got me mad so I went and got a tag
the Benz but I went and did another Jag'
Yeah, and I am young and arrogant as
Do it for the real niggas, hope for bail
I y'all to "The Statement"
Only trill play it in your tape deck
Uh, and that's word to my city
fucking if she got a pretty set of titties
Told my niggas that I got to stay fucking me
Murder everything, make come and get me
Bang, bang from a that hold a buck sixty
This is my world, you are a bug in it
Dead body if I ever put them in it
You don't really want to fuck it
I built this motherfucker from the
Twenty two and money all a nigga know
The next big shit I put on my nigga Fo

show you to the front door