Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short list of shit I to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, shit (I Just wanna ball, yeah)
I wanna ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

I just wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way alot of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most these niggas gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm Having problems understanding logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't believe it When heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It no coming in it
Since my album I been serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, me shall prosper
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and horns when my named called
I'm just a made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to today, that bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's out the North shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her till she out
This the real caine, add B12, baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas still rhymin what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding under Wraith stars

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it