Luyện nghe bài hát Homie

Uh
Uh
DJ times Thugger, you know what I'm sayin'?
times DJ Carnage, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know I'm sayin' nigga?
Ya Ya dig?

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I even pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we walk the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did then you the homie
If you got bail, you the homie
If you not stale, then you the
Grew up criminals, scandalous
Rockin' Chanel, you the bitch
I got me a like I'm a bitch
These niggas tellin', they counterfeit

Put that fuckboy on the
In the sea with some tons to his ankles
nigga, try me at any angle
I'ma shoot him and turn him into an
Boy, you gon' turn him into an
Fuck yeah, turn him to an
Don't come with the anger
You know everybody bangers
If a pussy nigga play me
to god Kirk Franklin can't save him
I can get you real easy
You are not a Power Ranger, you a
Pussy nigga you're no
bitch with me, she'll spank ya
Swear to god all I do is point one finger
She'll close ya, hah
Drinkin' 'Tussin', nigga it down
RIP to Troupe, it out
You want me dead but I can't die
livin' false, but I can never lie
Mob baby, I got ties
I want wings on the side
You got higher dreams you fly
Until then never near the sky

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't pour it up
We up foreign, we walk through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that Robituss'
I had a baby at fifteen and ever then I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did time you the homie
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up with criminals,
Chanel, then you the bitch
I got me a Birkin like I'm a
These niggas tellin', they counterfeit

You was the plug, you the homie
You never tell, then you the
You know it's nothin' but on me
Them niggas know and movin' on me
I a Mac in the Louis bag
Look like I got the on me
I'ma get back at stupid ass
We gon' whack you to better the homie
I be fucking your crush
I'm with that and she droolin' on me
All of that be made up
I'm poppin' and they more rumours on me
She gon' on this dick and manuever on me
I'ma cut her a and she gon' do it for me
Even my lil' bitches be used to money
like Jay and Bey daughter I blew the money nigga, woah

I took the bales out in the rainy
This a passeng' jet, this is not propeller
I'm a big dawg, got my dawgs with me, Sheppard, uh
Yeah I'm rich, kid, but I'm so to Bobby, Whitney
let you go outside, I just cannot let you dig it

I got a bottle of Ace and I popped it and I don't pour it up
We pullin' up foreign, we through the club and the bitches they knowin' us
This for them niggas that hated on me and they drankin' that
I had a baby at fifteen and ever since I been growin' up
Player, oh you the
If you did then you the homie
If you got bail, then you the
If you not stale, you the homie
Grew up with criminals,
Rockin' Chanel, then you the
I got me a Birkin I'm a bitch
These they tellin', they counterfeit

Yeah, I got a motherfucking ten thousand dollar toe ring on, know I'm sayin'?
With some motherfucking sandals on, bitch
Know what I'm sayin', with my tattoos on my toes too, by the way, what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, and I got blue cheese on me, all
cheese, no ranch
How you dig that, know what I'm
Yeah I dig that a golden shovel on another level
With a iced out AP a Rollie bezel
YSL slime shit
You gotta stay to keep from gettin' ready, you understand what I'm sayin'?
Yeah man, when the bread ready, call yo I'ma it