Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, I got to get some paper good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?'
I said you deal with bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way about of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just talking
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 more
Don't it When your heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel I fucked that bitch
It ain't no in it
Since my album I been serious
Ain't no business
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, against me shall
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and horns when my named called
I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your 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
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, bitch gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
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 man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the North

I just wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
Running up a bag, do it for 'em to pass out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
game great, give it to her till she pass out
This the 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 making more no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's,
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith

I just wanna in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave your daughter with the
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