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 Just ball, yeah)
I wanna ball, yeah
That's the list, nigga, it

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
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 paper
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?'
I said you with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll your honey and tour London
Get some money
Don't believe it When your doubt me
no pun intended
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It no coming in it
Since my first I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, against me shall
But it's to form
Knew the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I wanna ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I 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' me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
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 cause 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
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
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, it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
Always a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's,
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

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