Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the fuck I felt

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
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 playing a nigga male

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

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

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

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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
That's
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made 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 I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
Duffle bag too heavy to to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the I've fucked, and all my niggas that 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 nigga the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male