Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

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

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, tell me that
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to that, or give me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with little rascal"
nigga what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
you wont get off easy
I just like Drew Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
betta leave me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
And you keep on sucking, and keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You better on trucking
Aint no muthafucker this evening

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun with the
percussion
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed 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 little
That's cool, I do it for all the that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my niggas that

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male