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 wanna ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

I just ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take 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 doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get paper good
Lil asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, that way about alot of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most these niggas 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, take your honey and tour London
Get some more
believe it When your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It no coming in it
my first album I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But it's welcome to
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing and blowing horns when my named called
I'm just a made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street form
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 gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
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 lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Youngsta , back 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 wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her 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 legitimized they
Now they and you just get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't 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 ridin Wraith stars

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