Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular faces
Observing what my brothers in all races
Lost in generations before
See your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we the cheese
cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on they CD
Rocking the red and lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just remember who ya
I'm spark it off unorthodox
sign to no major if no wager
Less a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my drops
Why settle for a office
Niggas don't make it off the block
Unless they extort or support the cops
still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, top sea examinin'
This is for my hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post

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 this glory is coming to an end
The only that won't sin
No he won't in
Yo world is bone chillin'
Make in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my wit ya

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

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

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