Luyện nghe bài hát Off Hiatus

Not they can stop me now
we're heavy overhead
they heavy words cant bring me
boy I've been raised from the dead dead

Kim cargo with in wells fargo
laughing waiting to go these withdrawals
my chick bad class she been sharp tho
name brand whore she worser marlo
grey charcoal four pipe
dark low hoodie on fuck haraldo
for trayvon I'm strapped with
run in the biggest bank like this take long
we don't want your we comin for straight bonds
so stay calm, no off spray will off
so bug off or get off
my soft rugs becaro plush loft
trucks porsche Bugatto with drug lords
discuss sauce, speaking of powder much more (early)
niggas act when they sign
ran to the dealer for the same as seinfield
i got a thats corrupted like klienfield
go to way its a must that you grind still
trappin back of my still
drunk at a as a make a bottle of wine spill
fresh off my hiatus, hi
reckless when i bust a rhyme or
squares you ever bought was now and laters
once you buzzing, the hoes comin,
American dreams through somehow
i swore id chase til i was
i heard the streets were with gold
thats what my father
corsie off some new shit, made it from breakin two
bosses losses and workers just make excuses
every verse is exclusive, every word is abusive, pay a if you used it
get a bird, you can it, thats what I'm bout nigga
crib on a I'm so far like a couch nigga
crack the g spot give 10% to the house
get on your shit n'other rappers spit, its a drought
slippers, margiela smoke jacket
niggas don't wanna get money they got a broke
gotta toke habit, and low fabric
you had a its too late, no basket
the strip dry, need wet work, wrappin caine second
it was the check first,
the second she fussin, i be the next skirt
network, flew me to mexico, the
left the presie, took the marina, terrace around the can overlook the arena
to hook up a diva, celine bag on my hena, jeremy her adidas, she living single regina
just who your friends and associates,
you ride out you better know who you rollin with
no need to hide out as long as handled
ballin like he mike, .45 you approach em wit
American dreams through somehow
i swore id til i was dead
i heard the streets were paved with
thats my father said