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
That's the list, nigga, it

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you were 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 asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you deal with every who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way about alot of
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 understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get some more
Don't believe it When your doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It ain't no in it
my first album I been serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, against me shall
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I just wanna ball in the
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
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 no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' me? No
She gon' me? No, if a nigga go broke
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 some
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 white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what 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 to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

I just wanna 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 with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it