Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the fuck I felt

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Niggas say I'm better Beethoven
To the beat I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, what they told me
They giving us piss test, cause we rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they
They penalize us, slow us down
They fucking us up
Thats why buck wild
me porch monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my
How the fuck you gon' watch my
But don't wanna live on my
The ape man Tarzan "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got wife, up in that white
I took a and didn't sell out
I was in the building and bail out
Hoping muthafucker fail out
to the top from the jail house
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, we know pressure do

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Who out c'here fucking with me, tell me that
I'm bout to that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this fucking
and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just like Drew
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
And you on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Aint no muthafucker trouble evening

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I pistol whip ya bitch, her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male