Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

Know I'm saying, Big Haystak
Street Flavor Records, bitch,
I remember I was young
All my told me I could
Be anything I wanted to be when I 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 impossible

I over came opsticals did they said couldn't be done
I went murder dog to fire? That's me, I'm the one
The only one who it down for lower class
Before it was cool to be white
You can't the world so why try
Watch change to tie die's
From fist fights to bys
I be out there late night and I'm die
So when I'm gone say goodbye to white guy
I dedicate to the hags and fags
Who associate Haystak with racism and flags
You bitch
you mention me speak on killer weed and body bags
Hi And burning the flag
My grand daddy's mammy was Cherokee
My grand family came from an island in Germany
And me I'm a mixed breed from Tennessee
Everything you fake mother fuckers to be

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

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

White boy cracker hoocie
Damn do' evil blue eyed
Pail face and I'm to be that dude
Make up 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 with your people ya hear

Born a child who struggled with love
We on the corners puffin and pushing dubs
A of love, a lack of understanding
A of compassion a lack of better parenting
The sad thing is they don't know
show
Or don't care, well
That is till Tad and
Come to with gauges
And start shooting up the kids in the faces
Mom and dad ducked in their
"It was the they hung around
Music that they to"
White boys dying around here for years
But it never CNN
You why
We put here to die
So we kill one another
It as no surprise
We animals in eyes
I the trial when I'm behind the mic
Can't tell me nothing no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a

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