Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We came up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at colored faces
what my brothers faces in all races
Lost in before hatred
See with your eyes dilated for the of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we the cheese
Jack cheddar the make believe
Break the trees on they CD
Rocking the red and lumberjack faithfully
I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will ya
the young scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no if no wager
Less a 3 million offer 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 still snitchin' let me guess, your mannequin?
Leave 'em while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea
This is for my real hip hop 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 like this glory road is to an end
The only soul won't sin
No he won't in
Yo this is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes
Properly drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my wit ya

It easy being this royal
When you got much going for you
It ain't hard to be
Comin' straight from the soil with lines never coil
Start to think pretty off new with this spoil
The kid is that so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more
I be sonning niggas so expect less
Best rapper alive hear that used less often
to God I'm the best offering
BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy Fallon
From porches, to Porsches, portions of fortune
said next up so I stepped up
Fly I dressed up
Bitches try to hang like left
Like in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man
man
They can't
Pro Era boys pop band

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

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