Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

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

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

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm bout to drop that shit, where my at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda me where I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking baby business,
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just Drew Brees
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Aint no muthafucker trouble this

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

Uh, it crazy how shit be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I something out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrash her
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 fucked, and all my niggas that died

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 nigga from the
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male