Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt
- Chorus]
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, Cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male

Say I'm than Beethoven
To the beat I rap over
Stay outta that cabinet
Yeah, that's they told me
us piss tests, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 pistol when they loading
They penalize us, tryna us down
They constantly us up
why we're buck wild
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you know you wanna f-ck my woman and eat my
How the f-ck you gon' my house
But don't wanna live on my
The ape man told Tarzan "how the f-ck you better me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got that wife, up in that white house
I took a look and didn't 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
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money, money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a f-cking

Who out c'here f-cking me, huh? tell me that
I'm to drop that sh-t, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made f-cking bed
You dun built this castle
? nigga what the hell
Talking business, yeah
be f-cking with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just like Drew
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop me from
Rappers leave me 'lone
If they gon' keep on
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeetin
You gon' be the one bussing or be the one
You better keep on
nobody wanna f-ck with me this evening
[Birdman -
Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male
Wayne]
Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrasher
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too heavy to 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 f-cked, and all my niggas that died

[Birdman -
Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a f-cking male