Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at popular colored
Observing what my brothers faces in all
in generations before hatred
See your eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the
Jack cheddar from the make
Break the trees on they CD
Rocking the red and black faithfully
I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a verse will ya
From the scorcher, just remember who taught ya
I'm spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no major if no
Less a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my drops
Why settle for a office
Niggas don't make it off the block
Unless extort rocks or support the cops
still snitchin' let me guess, that's your mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're standing and quit the
you panicking, induce damages 'til you're vanishing
Words are properly, resort top sea examinin'
is for my real hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post

money 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 road is to an end
The only soul that sin
No he won't in
Yo world is bone chillin'
meals in hell's kitchen with these dishes
Properly delivered drop in my swisher
And bring back to my property wit ya

It easy being this royal
When you got much going for you
It ain't to be disloyal
Comin' straight the soil with lines that never coil
Start to think pretty off new with this spoil
The kid is sick so expect more coffins
I'm the one so you can expect 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 Jimmy endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, portions of fortune
They said next up so I up
Fly like I up
Bitches try to hang like nuts
orangutans in the west of
Of the motherland, but I've got the swank of no man
man
They understand
Pro Era boys pop band

Cause money ain't a if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I need no friends
Feel like 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 hell's kitchen these dishes
Properly delivered trees in my swisher
And bring that to my property wit ya

Everybody 'em
We done 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