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 wanna ball,
the list, nigga, that's it

I wanna ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it

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

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

That's that out the North

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
Running up a bag, do it for 'em to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole
Trappin', flippin' work they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga ridin under Wraith stars

I just wanna in the wraith
With your 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 hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it