Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna ball in the
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you deal every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way alot of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most these niggas ain't bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems understanding logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your and tour London
Get some money
Don't believe it your heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first I been serious
no funny business
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, against me shall
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing and blowing horns when my named called
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I just wanna ball in the
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street form
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a 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 on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the North

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
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you 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, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', flippin' till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga ridin under Wraith stars

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it