Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Who out fucking with me, huh? tell me that
I'm to drop that 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 that fucking bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this rascal"
Yeah nigga what the
baby business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you get off easy
I feel like Drew Brees
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You better keep on
Aint no muthafucker trouble evening

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

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I pistol whip ya bitch, her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
That's cool, I do it for all the that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male