Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just ball 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 daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what 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 know you up?'
I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace
I don't like her, that way about alot of rappers
I don't about '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 and tour London
Get more money
believe it When your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
Ain't no in it
A rebel I fucked that bitch
It no coming in it
Since my album I been serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, against me shall
But it's to form
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called
I'm just a self made nigga in the 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 dead
Leave your daughter with the
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
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 a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, a superstove
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
If it's stars in the wraith, got the in the safe
Got the on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to cause that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna in the wraith
With 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 were going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the with the hairnet
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', work till they come up on a whole 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 a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

I wanna ball 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 with the
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it