Luyện nghe bài hát World Series

Who the wanna wit um
We like 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 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 them
He ain't used machine gun in the trap
'Cause his ass got
I'm in the 3rd
I'm to a stealer and he ain't from the burgh
You talking to a motherfucker in the first
So you not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like
Keep me seeing purple
it banging like Kirko
Work something, something
Bitch fuck me now she something
Gas tank on E, it nothing
Try to stunt on me the worst
Motherfuckers 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, couldn't see the younging
No, it let em get a lil something,
Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that ain't
Ery where I go I'm on I ain't bluffing,
Ery where I go I'm on, Bitch I run it. Kells

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

Picture me
Picture everybody wit a pic of me hangin on the like prince
your favorite R&B singer 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 starting out as a dream
at a picture of Martin Luther King, that's my reaction
Trying to make it from rapping.
Trying to avoid me a Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squad will to a fraction
Tony Montana rite up the block from us tho,
It's hard not to get up in its at all
not to ball. Sales for yayo to jail then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it true,
tell me on that paper work ain't you
If you snitching then why is you home,
Stupid decision better get gone, 3 in the morning,
I get rest so turn over pick up that 38 special,
You in my door, then I bust in your neck hoe 25 stranded on death row

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