Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
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, fuck what them niggas
Before you were going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, I got to get some paper good
Lil homie me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with every who wearing lace front
I like 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, go to war about it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't believe it your heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I that bitch
It no coming in it
my first album I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me prosper
But welcome to form
Knew from the day I was I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns my named called
I'm just a self made nigga in the wraith

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
form reppin
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' me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's stars in the wraith, got the in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the North

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, it all when 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 were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
game great, give it to her till she pass 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 just get it out the
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' till they come up on a whole 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 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 till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it