Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all
in generations before hatred
See with eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack from the make believe
Break the on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and lumberjack faithfully
I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will ya
From the scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no if no wager
Less than a 3 million off the top
be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why for a office spot?
Niggas always make it off the block
they extort rocks or support the cops
They snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea
is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem

Cause money ain't a if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I need no friends
Feel like glory road is coming to an end
The only soul won't sin
No he give in
Yo this world is bone
Make in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop in my swisher
And bring back to my property wit ya

It ain't being this royal
When you got this much for you
It hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think off new career with this spoil
The kid is sick so expect more coffins
I'm the one so you can expect more offerings
I be sonning niggas so less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line used less
Word to God I'm the best
BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune
They next up so I stepped up
Fly like I up
Bitches try to hang left nuts
Like in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man
man
They can't
Pro Era pop rubber band

money ain't a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends
Feel like glory road is coming to an end
The only soul won't sin
No he won't in
Yo world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my
And bring back to my property wit ya

love 'em
We done up
I'ma it off unorthodox
don't feel the name, but they say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off
On the