Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We came up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at colored faces
Observing what my brothers in all races
Lost in generations hatred
See with your dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the
cheddar from the make believe
Break the trees on eighth CD
the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I grind the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of
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 to no major if no wager
Less than a 3 offer off the top
be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office
Niggas always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or the cops
They still let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're
Words are properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, fake MC's in the post mortem

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

It ain't being this royal
When you got much going for you
It ain't to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with this
The kid is that so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more
I be sonning niggas so less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that used less often
Word to God I'm the offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF Ross man
boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting portions of
They next up so I stepped up
Fly I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like nuts
Like orangutans in the of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man
man
They understand
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 need no
Feel like glory road is coming to an end
The soul that won't sin
No he won't in
Yo this world is chillin'
Make in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my
And bring that back to my wit ya

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