Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what 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 paper
Lil asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and London
Get some money
Don't believe it your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It ain't no in it
Since my first album I been
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me shall
But welcome to form
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
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, that bitch write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, pints, that's 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 Youngsta , back to 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 my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
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 she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole
Trappin', flippin' work till they 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 ridin under Wraith stars

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