Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave daughter 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

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

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't a fuck about no nigga 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 Wraith on the bowl
In the kitchen, cold
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 stars in the wraith, got the in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back 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 wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
you were getting 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, it to her till she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, baking soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you just get it out the
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', work till 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 nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

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