Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular colored
Observing what my brothers in all races
Lost in generations before
See with your eyes 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 black lumberjack
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle full of
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will ya
From the young scorcher, remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off
Won't sign to no 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 don't always it off the block
Unless they rocks or support the cops
They snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're
are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my real hip hop and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the mortem

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 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 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 hard to be disloyal
Comin' straight the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new career with spoil
The kid is that sick so expect coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings
I be niggas so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear line used less often
Word to God I'm the best
BMX Hoffman, BMF like Ross man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune
They said up so I stepped up
Fly like I up
Bitches try to hang like left
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 no friends
Feel like this glory is coming to an end
The only soul won't sin
No he give in
Yo this world is bone
Make meals in hell's kitchen with these
delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my wit ya

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