Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

To all the (non-believers, non-believers)

I make a say, "Oh my God"
Ain't nothin' too for the Wizard of Oz
nothin' too regretable for me to lose no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, 'em and weep
It's that West side rollin, pussies get
Knockin' niggas in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
I a promise to myself
I'ma it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck he say, pimpin' ain't easy
Don Mega put a in your swagger
Rollin' zones, Mick Jagger
the chit chatter
I got a full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into like scripture
Make a toast, every dose is a
And that ghost'll make ass do the holy ghost

Make believers non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
We got non-believers out there
Make believers non-believers
Make out the overseers
'em bow down when they need us
They got to bow when they need us

Boo, I pop up a phantom
And got to take the ass whoopin' that I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm with a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly handsome
Old rappers, I fuck up grandson
New rappers, meet Charlie
I brainwash your son, yup, he'll leave the house with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, it out homie, you ain't got to run
It's a cold, cold world for all these and underachievers
fake ass bitches and divas
Where the fuck will go when they leave us?

Make believers non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow when they need us
We got some out there
Make believers outta
Make believers out the
Make 'em bow down they need us
They got to bow when they need us

Don't get hogtied fuckin' with the raw
My make the law hide
For life, gangsta for
Think about your wife you play with your life
that rattlesnake from the battle state, trick
That python with the mic on,
Palm are like napalm, grimy
In my hood he Treyvon, try me
I'm home with my Skittles
The neighborhood first house to get riddled
Bust, bullets in your pillow
You fuckin' hero, don't that bitch a widow
gon' hurt just a little
White people, stop 'ghetto'
It's like the pot the kettle
Damn, you the reason why we

We got non-believers out there
believers outta non-believers
Make believers out the
Make 'em bow down when need us
They got to bow down when need us

Can you believe mother fuckin' shit?
Havin' faith is believin' in you have yet to see
You got to in somethin', homie
Why not in me?