Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
That's how the I felt

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

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay that medicine cabinet
Yeah, what they told me
They giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber when they loading
penalize us, tryna slow us down
They constantly us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck my and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you watch 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 didn't out
I was in the building and bail out
Hoping muthafucker fail out
Back to the top the jail house
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we what pressure do

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Who out fucking with me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga what the
Talking business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you wont get off
I just like Drew Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
betta leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better on trucking
Aint no trouble this evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
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 with the
That's
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
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 that try
And all the bitches fucked, and all my niggas that died

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, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male