Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the fuck I felt

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

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

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun built this castle
and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
you wont get off easy
I feel just like Drew
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
no muthafucker trouble this evening

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
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
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag 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
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 that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas died

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
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 with a male