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 wanna ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was cases, before I got to get some paper good
Lil asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with every bitch who wearing front
I like her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and London
Get some more
Don't believe it When your heard me
Ain't no pun
Military in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel I fucked that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my album I been serious
no funny business
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But it's to form
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called
I'm just a self nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who like me
If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' 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 always had a 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 for the case
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 shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick great, give it to her till she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour baking
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas still rhymin what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real riding ridin under Wraith stars

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it