Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the fuck I

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

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

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

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking baby business,
be fucking 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 stop it bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her 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 salt
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
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga