Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

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

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

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

You've been running your for the past ten years
But never ran a mother thing 'round here
Pioneers lets get one clear
We been making for years ya hear
Hardcore you ask about hay
I get love 'round the way E-40 in the bay
I'm the land of the brave
Home of the
And there's five million other fools like me
We the have-nots little badass
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 have no curfew
We didn't have no
We don't no book bags cause we don't go to school
my middle finger
In the mother sky
Screaming CWB I die
Lil player, lil

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

Hey bro you looking for

Auh twenty, I have no twenties
But I got fat dimes
Auh you like huh
back and fuck with your people ya hear

Born a bastard child who with love
We congregated on the corners puffin and pushing
A lack of love, a of understanding
A lack of compassion a lack of better
The sad thing is either they know
Don't
Or don't care, well
That is Tad and Rad?
Come to with gauges
And shooting up the rich kids in the faces
Mom and dad ducked in shoes
"It was the they hung around
Music they listed to"
White been dying around here for years
But it never CNN
You why
We were put to die
So when we kill one
It comes as no
We animals in eyes
I represent the trial I'm behind the mic
Can't tell me nothing about no stereotypes, cause I'm a

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