Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

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
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you deal every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, that way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take honey and tour London
Get some money
Don't believe it When heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first 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 I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing and blowing horns when my named called
I'm just a self made nigga in the though

I just ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to today, that bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If it's stars in the wraith, got the in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Youngsta , back to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the shit

I wanna ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till 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 riding ridin under Wraith stars

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