Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We came up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular faces
Observing what my brothers faces in all
Lost in generations before
See with your eyes dilated for the of the Gs
But it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar the make believe
Break the trees on they CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, basically I with the grimiest
how to eat in the jungle full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just who taught ya
I'm gonna it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no
than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my drops
Why settle for a spot?
don't always make it off the block
Unless they extort rocks or the cops
They still 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 real hip hop and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the mortem

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

It ain't easy this royal
When you got this going for you
It ain't hard to be
Comin' from the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think off new career with this spoil
The kid is that so expect more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings
I be sonning niggas so expect less
Best rapper alive hear that line used less
Word to God I'm the best
BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Fallon endorsements
porches, to Porsches, getting portions of fortune
They next up so I stepped up
Fly like I up
Bitches try to like left nuts
orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the of no other man
man
They understand
Pro Era pop rubber band

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

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