Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short list of shit I to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, Kick shit (I wanna 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, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a hater 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, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, that way about alot of rappers
I don't about 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm problems understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and tour
Get some more
Don't believe it When heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
guns in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel I fucked that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first album I been
no funny business
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But welcome to form
Knew the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
Before you were going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who like me
Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No
She fuck 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 some
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
Got the lawyers on deck, got the 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 North

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater 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 slum with the
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still rhymin what 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 wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it