Luyện nghe bài hát Non Believers

To all the (non-believers, non-believers)

I make a say, "Oh my God"
nothin' too incredible for the Wizard of Oz
Ain't too regretable for me to lose no sleep
These the cards I was dealt, bitch, read 'em and
It's that side rollin, pussies get swollen
Knockin' down in the pen, I'm bowlin'
Controllin' everything I'm
I made a to myself
keep it gangsta always even in the hallways of corporate America, break down the barrier
Self-made, Koolaid, what you say
Fuck what he say, pimpin' ain't
Don put a dagger in your swagger
Rollin' zones, Mick Jagger
the chit chatter
I got a bladder full of red cup liquor, yes, my
Drinkin' out the pitcher, I turn into wine like scripture
a toast, every dose is a overdose
And that ghost'll make your ass do the ghost

Make believers outta
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when they us
We got non-believers out there
Make believers outta
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
They got to bow when they need us

Boo, I pop up like a
And niggas got to take the ass whoopin' I hand 'em
Yup, the guys call me Samson, I'm with a Samsung
Call my niggas at random and they quick to make ugly outta
Old rappers, I fuck up your
New rappers, meet Charlie
I brainwash your son, yup, he'll leave the house with a handgun
But if he ran into Zimmerman, it out homie, you ain't got to run
It's a cold, world for all these non-believers and underachievers
These fake ass bitches and
Where the fuck will they go when they us?

believers outta non-believers
Make out the overseers
Make 'em bow down they need us
We got some out there
Make believers non-believers
believers out the overseers
Make 'em bow down when need us
They got to bow down when need us

Don't get hogtied fuckin' the raw hide
My four-five make the law
For life, for life
Think your wife 'fore you play with your life
It's that from the battle state, trick
That python with the mic on,
Palm trees are napalm, grimy
In my hood he Treyvon, try me
I'm walkin' home my Skittles
The neighborhood watch first house to get
Bust, leave bullets in pillow
You fuckin' hero, make that bitch a widow
This hurt just a little
people, stop sayin' 'ghetto'
It's the pot callin' the kettle
Damn, you the why we ghetto

We got some non-believers out
Make outta non-believers
Make believers out the
Make 'em bow when they need us
They got to bow down when they us

Can you believe this mother shit?
Havin' faith is believin' in somethin' you yet to see
You got to believe in somethin',
Why not in me?