Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
for the runners
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 nigga from the
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

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

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

Who out c'here with me, huh? tell me that
I'm to drop that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or give me my mantle
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun built this fucking
Buckwheat and Alfalfa do nothing with this little rascal"
nigga what the hell
Talking baby business,
be fucking with me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Drew
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on starving and I'mma gonna on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma on skeeting
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
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
on a fishtail
With big shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Uh, it crazy how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun with the
percussion
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I her baby 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 I've fucked, and all my niggas that

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, cash oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga