Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all
in generations before hatred
See with your dilated for the sake of the Gs
But it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar from the believe
Break the on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black 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 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
be in a box with my coughin' drops
Why settle for a spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the
Unless they extort rocks or support the
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your
Leave 'em while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea
is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave MC's in the post mortem

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 this glory road is coming to an end
The soul that won't sin
No he won't in
Yo this is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen these dishes
Properly drop trees in my swisher
And that back to my property wit ya

It ain't being this royal
When you got this going for you
It ain't to be disloyal
straight from 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 expect offerings
I be niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that line less often
Word to God I'm the best
BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon
From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune
They said up so I stepped up
Fly I dressed up
Bitches try to like left nuts
Like in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the of no other man
man
They understand
Pro Era boys pop band

Cause 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 soul that won't sin
No he won't in
Yo this world is bone
meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop in my swisher
And bring back to my property wit ya

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