Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

Know what I'm saying, Big
Flavor Records, bitch, represent
I remember when I was
All my people told me I
Be I wanted to be when I grew up
You know I'm saying, and that's it for us
I was a big old white boy
that wanted to be a rap star
And that was fucking

I over came opsticals did what they said couldn't be
I went from dog to fire? That's me, I'm the one
The only one who held it down for lower
Before it was cool to be trash
You change the world so why try
Watch them to tie die's
fist fights to drive bys
I be out there night and I'm might die
So when I'm gone say to that white guy
I dedicate to the hags and fags
Who associate with racism and rebel flags
You fucking
When you mention me speak on weed and body bags
Hi proportion? And the flag
My grand daddy's mammy was Cherokee
My grand mamma family came an island in Germany
And me I'm just a mixed breed from
Everything you fake fuckers pretend to be

White boy hoocie weado
Damn do' blue eyed devil
face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up more shit to me white boy
I be too cause I'm a
White boy cracker hoocie
Damn do' evil blue devil
Pail face and I'm proud to be dude
up some more shit to me white boy
I be too

been running your mouth for the past ten years
But never ran a mother fucking thing here
Pioneers lets get one clear
We been making music for years ya
Hardcore you ask about hay
I get 'round the way like E-40 in the bay
I'm from the land of the
of the free
And there's five million other fools like me
We the have-nots badass kids
Momma bad, dad der doing a bid
And we was set to do as we please
Reek on the streets of our communities
And we didn't have no
We didn't have no
We don't need no book bags we don't go to school
my middle finger
In the fuckin sky
CWB till I die
Lil player, lil

White boy cracker weado
Damn do' evil eyed devil
face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some shit to me white boy
I be too

Hey bro what you for

Auh twenty, I don't no twenties
But I got fat dimes
Auh you that huh
Come back and fuck with your people ya

Born a bastard who struggled with love
We congregated on the puffin and pushing dubs
A of love, a lack of understanding
A of compassion a lack of better parenting
The sad thing is either they know
show
Or don't care, well
That is till Tad and
Come to with gauges
And start shooting up the rich kids in the
Mom and dad ducked in shoes
"It was the crowd they hung
Music that listed to"
boys been dying around here for years
But it make CNN
You why
We were put to die
So when we kill one
It comes as no
We in their eyes
I represent the trial when I'm the mic
Can't tell me about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a

White boy hoocie weado
Damn do' evil blue eyed
face and I'm proud to be that dude
Make up some more to me white boy
I be that too I'm a
boy cracker hoocie weado
Damn do' blue eyed devil
Pail face and I'm to be that dude
Make up some more shit to me boy
I be too