Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

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

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

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

been running your mouth for the past ten years
But never ran a fucking thing 'round here
lets get one thing 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 fools just like me
We the have-nots little kids
Momma doing bad, dad der a bid
And we was set free to do as we
Reek havoc on the of our communities
And we have no curfew
We have no rules
We don't no book bags cause we don't go to school
Imagine my middle
In the mother sky
Screaming CWB I die
Lil player, lil

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

Hey bro what you for

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

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

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