Luyện nghe bài hát World Series

Who the fuck wit um
We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th
I'm gone I'm rolling with Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck business
We in the jungle the guerrillas
We in the with the 4 wheelers
Don't speak I am no
You got beef put a end till you talk like sentence period
I'm serious
Who's you're favorite rapper, I'm
He ain't living out words
He used machine gun burst in the trap
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 Cleveland in the first
So you better not get on my nerves,
I need herb tho, keep me moving like
me seeing this purple
Keep it like Kirko
something, Twerk something
Bitch fuck me now she something
Gas tank on E, it worth
Try to on me the worst coming
gonna need some plumbing I am the shit
I feel eating something, feed my stomach,
Give me a rapper, make it 100, fuck give em the hubble telescope, they 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, Bitch I run it.

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

Picture me
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the like prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer lookin at a picture on her Of my big Ol dick
Picture me like Biggie, the real Frank White I'm the king of my city
all this starting out as a dream
Staring at a of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to it happen from rapping.
Trying to avoid me a Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad turn to a fraction
'Cause Tony Montana rite up the block us tho,
It's not to get caught up in its at all
Hard not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone talk to the law
God tell me it ain't true,
tell me name on that paper ain't you
If you ain't then why is you home,
decision 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 got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling, me rolling, picture me rolling
This song got a feeling like pac tho, (thug life)
Picture me rolling, me rolling, picture me rolling