Luyện nghe bài hát World Series

Who the wanna wit um
We ball Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show
We in the with the guerrillas
We in the streets the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no
You got put a end till you talk like long sentence period
I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm
He ain't out them words
He ain't used machine gun burst in the
his ass got murked
I'm in the 3rd
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't the burgh
You talking to a motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves,
I need herb tho, keep me moving turtle
Keep me seeing this
Keep it banging like
Work something, something
Bitch me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it worth
Try to stunt on me the worst
Motherfuckers gonna need some I am the shit
I like eating something, feed my stomach,
Give me a rapper, make it 100, fuck em the hubble telescope, they couldn't see the younging
No, it let em get a lil something,
Bring em to the do a lil stuntin, that ain't nothing
Ery I go I'm putting on I ain't bluffing,
Ery where I go I'm putting on, I run it. Kells

song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, me rolling
This song got a motherfucker feeling pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, me rolling

me rich
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the wall prince
Picture your favorite R&B lookin at a picture on her phone Of my big Ol dick
Picture me living like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the of my city
Picture all this starting out as a
Staring at a of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it from rapping.
Trying to avoid me a casket Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic trapping
My whole will turn to a fraction
'Cause Tony rite up the block from us tho,
It's hard not to get up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God me it ain't true,
tell me name on that paper work you
If you snitching then why is you home,
decision bitch better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I can't get rest so turn pick up that 38 special,
You bust in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 on death row

This got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling
This song got a feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me