Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

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

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the beat I rap over
Stay that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol they loading
They us, tryna slow us down
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
When you know you wanna fuck my woman and eat my
How the fuck you watch my house
But don't wanna live on my
The ape man Tarzan "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got wife, up in white house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
to the top from the jail house
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
a cut, we know what pressure do

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

Who out fucking with 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 you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built this castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking business, yeah
be fucking with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just like Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep 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 nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag 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 shuffle my
bag too heavy to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a salt
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male