Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We came up
love 'em
On the

Lookin' at colored faces
Observing what my brothers in all races
Lost in generations hatred
See with eyes dilated for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, fuck a rat race, we the cheese
Jack cheddar the make believe
the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack
I'm a Brooklyn nigga, I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the full of hyenas
And vultures, don't what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just who taught ya
I'm spark it off unorthodox
Won't sign to no if no wager
Less than a 3 million off the top
I'll be in a box my coughin' drops
Why settle for a office
Niggas don't make it off the block
Unless they rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's mannequin?
Leave 'em shook while you're and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages 'til you're
Words are 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

Cause money a thing if I got it I won't spend
All I got is my Pros, I don't need no
Feel like this road is coming to an end
The soul that won't sin
No he won't 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

It easy being this royal
When you got this much for you
It ain't to be disloyal
Comin' straight from the soil with lines that coil
Start to pretty off new career with this spoil
The kid is that sick so more coffins
I'm the chosen one so you can expect more
I be sonning so expect less orphans
Best rapper alive hear that used less often
to God I'm the best offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, portions of fortune
They next up so I stepped up
Fly like I up
Bitches try to hang like left
Like orangutans in the of
Of the motherland, but got the swank of no other man
man
They can't
Pro Era boys pop band

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 this glory road is coming to an end
The soul that won't sin
No he won't in
Yo world is bone chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen these dishes
Properly delivered drop trees in my
And bring that back to my wit ya

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