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 Just ball, yeah)
I just wanna ball,
That's the list, nigga, it

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

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

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might 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 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 had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , to back cause that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's out the North shit

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum 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 real caine, add B12, pour soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they
Now they rich and you just get it out the
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't 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, deny me
still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga ridin under Wraith stars

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