Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

Know what I'm saying, Big
Street Flavor Records, bitch,
I remember I was young
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
Tennessee that to be a rap star
And that was impossible

I over opsticals did what they said couldn't be done
I from 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 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 goodbye to white guy
I dedicate this to the and fags
Who associate Haystak with racism and rebel
You fucking
When you me speak on killer weed and body bags
Hi proportion? And the flag
My grand daddy's mammy was Cherokee
My grand mamma came from an island in Germany
And me I'm just a mixed breed from
Everything you fake mother fuckers to be

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

You've been your mouth for the past ten years
But never ran a mother fucking thing here
lets get one thing clear
We been music for years ya hear
Hardcore you better ask hay
I get love 'round the way like in the bay
I'm the land of the brave
Home of the
And there's five million other just 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 havoc on the 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
my middle finger
In the fuckin 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
up some more shit to me white boy
I be too

Hey bro you looking for

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

Born a bastard child who struggled with
We congregated on the puffin and pushing dubs
A lack of love, a lack of
A lack of compassion a lack of parenting
The sad thing is either they know
Don't
Or don't care, well
That is till Tad and
to school with gauges
And start shooting up the rich in the faces
Mom and dad ducked in their
"It was the crowd they hung
that they listed to"
White boys been around here for years
But it make CNN
You why
We were put to die
So when we kill one
It as no surprise
We in their eyes
I the trial when I'm behind the mic
Can't tell me nothing about no damn stereotypes, I'm a

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