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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get some paper
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you deal with every bitch who lace front
I like her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these 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, take your honey and tour London
Get some money
believe it When your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked that
It ain't no in it
my first album 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
bells and blowing horns when my named called
I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
Street form
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
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 go broke
I bet a Wraith on the bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
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 , to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
Before you were getting going, I was to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
up a bag, do it for 'em just to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, baking soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', work till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

I just wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it