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 just wanna ball,
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 dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas 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 homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?'
I said you deal with every who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel way about alot of rappers
I talk about '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 four hundred, I'll take honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't believe it When heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first album I serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She gon' me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
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 in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you 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 till she out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they and you just get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
out the bottom, now he making more ain't 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, 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 under Wraith

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 bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it