Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short of shit I like to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, Kick shit (I Just ball, yeah)
I just ball, yeah
That's the list, nigga, it

I just ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave daughter with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
Before you were going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was cases, before I got to get some paper good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you came
I said you deal with every bitch who lace front
I don't like her, feel that way about of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems understanding logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour
Get some money
Don't believe it When your doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked bitch
It ain't no in it
Since my album I been serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me shall
But welcome to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd in the Forum
Ringing and blowing horns when my named called
I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
Street reppin
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck about no who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch write me? No
She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's out the North shit

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the with the hairnet
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her till she out
This the real caine, add B12, pour baking
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures
Now they rich and you just get it out the
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding under Wraith stars

I just wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it