Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the beat that I rap
Stay that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They giving us piss test, cause we rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they
They penalize us, slow us down
constantly fucking us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me porch monkey, me jigaboo
When you you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the you gon' watch my house
But don't wanna live on my
The ape man told "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run that rock, and got a shot
Who we got wife, up in that house
I took a look and didn't out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping muthafucker fail out
Back to the top from the 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
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Who out c'here fucking me, huh? tell me that
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun this fucking castle
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 just like Drew
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you stop it from bleeding
Rappers leave me 'lone
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna keep on
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You keep on trucking
no muthafucker trouble this evening

Birds for the
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just popped a couple pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches fucked, and all my niggas that died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big money shit, money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga