Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

Know I'm saying, Big Haystak
Street Flavor Records, bitch,
I remember when I was
All my told me I could
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
Tennessee that to be a rap star
And that was impossible

I over came opsticals did what they said be done
I went murder dog to fire? That's me, I'm the one
The one who held it down for lower class
Before it was cool to be white
You can't change the so why try
them change to tie die's
From fights to drive bys
I be out there late and I'm might die
So when I'm say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the hags and
Who associate Haystak racism and rebel flags
You fucking
When you mention me speak on killer and body bags
Hi proportion? And burning the
My grand daddy's mammy was Cherokee
My grand family came from an island in Germany
And me I'm just a mixed breed from
you fake mother fuckers pretend to be

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

You've running your mouth for the past ten years
But never ran a fucking thing 'round here
Pioneers lets get one clear
We been making for years ya hear
Hardcore you ask about hay
I get love the way like E-40 in the bay
I'm the land of the brave
of the free
And there's five other fools just like me
We the little badass kids
Momma doing bad, dad der 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 cause we don't go to school
Imagine my middle
In the fuckin sky
Screaming CWB I die
Lil player, lil

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

Hey bro what you for

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

a bastard child who struggled with love
We congregated on the corners puffin and dubs
A lack of love, a of understanding
A lack of compassion a lack of parenting
The sad thing is they don't know
Don't
Or just don't care,
That is Tad and Rad?
Come to with gauges
And start shooting up the rich kids in the
Mom and dad in their shoes
"It was the crowd hung around
Music that they to"
White boys been around here for years
But it make CNN
You why
We put here to die
So we kill one another
It as no surprise
We in their eyes
I represent the when I'm behind the mic
tell me nothing about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a

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