Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

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

I make a say, "Oh my God"
nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz
Ain't nothin' too regretable for me to no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and
It's that side rollin, pussies get swollen
niggas down in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
I made a to myself
I'ma keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck what he say, pimpin' easy
Don Mega put a dagger in swagger
Rollin' zones, tell Mick
the chit chatter
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 outta
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow when they need us
We got some out there
Make outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when need us
They got to bow down they need us

Boo, I pop up a phantom
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm dangerous a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta
Old rappers, I up your grandson
New rappers, meet Manson
I brainwash your damn son, yup, he'll leave the house a handgun
But if he ran Zimmerman, pull 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 will they go when they leave us?

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

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

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 when they need us

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