Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt
- Chorus]
Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money, Cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Say I'm better than
To the that I rap over
Stay outta that medicine
Yeah, that's what they me
Giving us piss tests, cause we rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when loading
They penalize us, slow us down
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
When you know you wanna f-ck my and eat my barbeque
How the f-ck you gon' watch my
But don't wanna on my street
The ape man told Tarzan "how the f-ck you than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a jump
Who we got that black wife, up in that white
I took a and didn't sell out
I was in the ? and didn't out
Hoping the, fail out
Back to the top the jail house
'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, know what do
- Chorus]
Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, 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 male

Who out c'here f-cking with me, huh? me that
I'm to drop that sh-t, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun that f-cking bed
You dun built f-cking castle
? Yeah nigga the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be f-cking me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just Drew Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you can't me from bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
If they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeetin
You be the one bussing or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
Ain't nobody wanna f-ck with me this
[Birdman -
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a f-cking male
Wayne]
Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
That's
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothin'
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthaf-cking red flag like a
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrasher
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I 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 f-cked, and all my that died

[Birdman -
for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money, cash oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male