Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
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 better Beethoven
To the that I rap over
Stay outta medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats they told me
giving us piss test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us
They constantly 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' my house
But don't wanna live on my
The ape man told Tarzan "how the you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got wife, up in that white
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the building and didn't out
muthafucker 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
for the runners
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 with a nigga

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm bout to drop shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking baby business,
be fucking with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel like Drew Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
betta leave me 'lone
if gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
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
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a 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 with a male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the
percussion
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I 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 that try
And all the I've fucked, and all my niggas that died

Birds for the
for the runners
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 from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male