Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

I a non-believer say, "Oh my God"
Ain't nothin' too incredible for the of Oz
Ain't nothin' too regretable for me to no sleep
These the I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and weep
that West side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' niggas down in the pen, I'm
Controllin' I'm holdin'
I made a to myself
I'ma keep it gangsta always in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain't
Don Mega put a dagger in swagger
Rollin' zones, tell Mick
Fuck the chit
I got a full of red cup liquor, yes, my nigga
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn water into wine scripture
a toast, every dose is a overdose
And that ghost'll make your ass do the ghost

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

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' that I 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous with a
Call my niggas at and they quick to make ugly outta handsome
Old rappers, I up your grandson
New rappers, Charlie Manson
I brainwash damn 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 non-believers and underachievers
These fake ass bitches and
Where the fuck they go when they leave us?

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

get hogtied fuckin' with the raw hide
My four-five the law hide
For life, gangsta for
Think about your 'fore you play with your life
It's that rattlesnake the battle state, trick
python with the mic on, bitch
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, make that bitch a widow
This hurt just a little
White people, sayin' 'ghetto'
It's the pot callin' 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 they us
They got to bow down when they us

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