Luyện nghe bài hát White Boy

Know what I'm saying, Big
Street Flavor Records, bitch,
I when I was young
All my people told me I
Be anything I wanted to be I grew up
You know what I'm saying, and it for us
I was a big old boy from
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 can't the world so why try
Watch them to tie die's
From fist fights to bys
I be out there late night and I'm die
So I'm gone say goodbye to that white guy
I dedicate this to the 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 just a mixed breed Tennessee
Everything you fake fuckers pretend to be

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

You've been running your mouth for the past ten
But never ran a mother thing 'round here
Pioneers get one thing 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 from the land of the
of the free
And five million other fools just 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 havoc on the of our communities
And we didn't no curfew
We didn't no rules
We don't need no book bags cause we don't go to
Imagine my finger
In the fuckin sky
Screaming CWB I die
Lil player, lil

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

Hey bro you looking for

Auh twenty, I don't no twenties
But I got fat dimes
Auh you that huh
back and fuck 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 either they don't
Don't
Or just don't care,
is till Tad and Rad?
Come to school with
And start up the rich kids in the faces
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 were put to die
So when we kill one
It as no surprise
We in their eyes
I represent the trial when I'm the mic
Can't tell me about no damn stereotypes, cause I'm a

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
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