Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
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 with a nigga male

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

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

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 give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking baby business,
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I just like Drew Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
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 or be the one fleeing
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I my queen
bag too heavy to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga