Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, I got to get some paper good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these 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 hundred, I'll take your honey and tour London
Get some more
Don't believe it When your doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It ain't no in it
Since my first album I serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, against me shall
But it's to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't me
Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a Wraith on the super
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

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

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