Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

Hey man
I got a real short of shit I like to do
Ya dig
Get (Yeah)
, Kick (I Just wanna ball, yeah)
I wanna ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

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

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I you deal with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't it When your heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military guns in the
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I that bitch
It no coming in it
my first album I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me prosper
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was born I'd in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my named
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who like me
Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
I bet a Wraith on the bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
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 a check for the

That's that out the North

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

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it