Luyện nghe bài hát World Series

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

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

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

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