Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular faces
Observing my brothers faces in all races
Lost in before hatred
See your 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 trees on eighth CD
Rocking the red and lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind the grimiest
how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, worry what a verse will cost ya
From the scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off
sign to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 million off the top
I'll be in a box my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office
Niggas don't make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the
Have you panicking, induce damages you're vanishing
Words are told properly, top sea examinin'
is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, fake MC's in the post mortem

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

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

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

Everybody 'em
We came up
I'ma it off unorthodox
They don't feel the name, but say the music dope though
I'ma spark it off
On the