Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, money oilwell
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

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

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

Who out c'here fucking me, huh? tell me that
I'm bout to that shit, where my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, shoulda left me I was at
You dun made that bed
You dun this fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just like Brees
When they kick off football
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers betta leave me
if gon' keep on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep 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
Aint no muthafucker trouble this

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a couple
on a fishtail
With big money shit, 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 male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
That's
I just popped a pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that muthafucking red flag like a
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my
bag too heavy to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a salt
That's cool, I do it for all the that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
big money shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga