Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
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 shit, cash money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Niggas say I'm better than
To the beat I rap over
outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats they told me
They giving us piss test, cause we stay
And a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us
constantly fucking us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me monkey, call me jigaboo
When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my
How the fuck you watch my house
But don't live on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the fuck you better me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got wife, up in that white
I took a look and didn't out
I was in the building and didn't out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
Back to the top from the house
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we know pressure do

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
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', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male

Who out c'here fucking me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to drop that shit, my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga what the
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just like Drew
When kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Aint no muthafucker trouble evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that muthafucking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I her baby I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
bag too heavy to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money shit, money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male