Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater 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, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way about alot of
I don't about 'em
Most these niggas gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, nigga go to war it
Hm Having understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't it When your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
guns in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It ain't no in it
Since my first I been serious
no funny business
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, against me prosper
But it's welcome to
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave daughter with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a boy legend
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a Wraith on the super
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove
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 lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's out the North shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter 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, give it to her till she out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures
Now they rich and you just get it out the
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 till they up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under stars

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