Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short list of shit I to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, shit (I Just wanna ball, yeah)
I just wanna ball,
the list, nigga, that's it

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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was cases, before I got to get some paper good
Lil homie me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with bitch who wearing lace front
I don't her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't about 'em
these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm problems understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
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 no coming in it
Since my first album I serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But welcome to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and horns when my named called
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
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 them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck no nigga who don't like me
If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' 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, a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's stars in the wraith, got the in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black , back to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's out the North shit

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were 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, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they
Now rich 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 been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', work till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny 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 wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it