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 wanna ball, yeah)
I wanna ball, yeah
the list, nigga, that's it

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad 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 hater the day I die
Fuck what them saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it

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

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
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 in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's out the North shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
3]
Presidential
In the with the hairnet
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, give it to her till she out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now rich 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 stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

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