Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it

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

I wanna ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
you were getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I wanna ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
what 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 great, give it to her till she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour baking
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding ridin Wraith stars

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