Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We done up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at colored faces
Observing what my faces in all races
in generations before hatred
See with your dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we take the
Jack cheddar the make believe
Break the trees on they CD
the red and black lumberjack faithfully
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas
And vultures, don't worry what a will cost ya
From the young scorcher, remember who taught ya
I'm gonna spark it off
Won't sign to no if no wager
than a 3 million offer off the top
I'll be in a box with my drops
Why settle for a spot?
Niggas don't always make it off the
Unless extort rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's your
Leave 'em shook you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, damages 'til you're vanishing
are told properly, resort top sea examinin'
This is for my hip hop fans and 'em
I dispose for 'em, leave fake MC's in the mortem

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

It easy being this royal
you got this much going for you
It ain't to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines never coil
to think pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so expect more
I'm the chosen one so you can more offerings
I be sonning 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 Fallon endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune
They said next up so I up
Fly I dressed up
Bitches try to like left nuts
Like in the west of
Of the motherland, but got the swank of no other man
man
They can't
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 need no
Feel like this glory is coming to an end
The only soul won't sin
No he give in
Yo world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my
And bring back to my property wit ya

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