Luyện nghe bài hát Unorthodox

We came up
Everybody 'em
On the

Lookin' at colored faces
Observing what my faces in all races
Lost in generations hatred
See with your eyes for the sake of the Gs
But keep it sacred G, a rat race, we take the cheese
Jack cheddar the make believe
the trees on they eighth CD
Rocking the red and black lumberjack
I'm a nigga, basically I grind with the grimiest
Learn how to eat in the jungle of hyenas
And vultures, don't what a verse will cost ya
From the young scorcher, just 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
I'll be in a box with my coughin'
Why settle for a spot?
Niggas don't make it off the block
Unless they rocks or support the cops
They still snitchin' let me guess, that's mannequin?
'em shook while you're standing and quit the shenanigans
Have you panicking, induce damages you're vanishing
Words are told properly, resort top sea
This is for my real hip hop and 'em
I for 'em, leave fake MC's in the post mortem

Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I 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 won't in
Yo this world is chillin'
Make meals in hell's kitchen with dishes
delivered drop trees in my swisher
And bring that back to my wit ya

It ain't easy this royal
When you got much going for you
It ain't hard to be
Comin' straight from the soil 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 that line used often
Word to God I'm the offering
BMX like Hoffman, BMF like man
Young boss, man, got Jimmy endorsements
From porches, to Porsches, getting of fortune
They said next up so I up
Fly like I up
try to hang like left nuts
Like in the west of
Of the motherland, but got the swank of no other man
man
They understand
Pro Era boys pop band

Cause money ain't a thing if I got it I won't
All I got is my Pros, I don't no friends
Feel like this glory road is 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 in my swisher
And bring that to my property wit ya

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