Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
how the fuck I felt

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

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
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 male

Who out c'here fucking with me, huh? tell me
I'm bout to drop that shit, where my at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I bury you cockroaches, left me where I was at
You dun that fucking bed
You dun built fucking castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do nothing this little rascal"
nigga what the hell
Talking business, yeah
Don't be fucking me
Cause you wont get off
I just like Drew Brees
When they off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't it from bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
if they gon' on breathing
Now keep on starving and I'mma keep on eating
And you on sucking, and I'mma keep on skeeting
You gon be the one bussing or be the one
You better on trucking
Aint no trouble this evening

for the summer
Hummers for the
Candy on the
9 for the
Throw a couple
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a male

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
That's why I it
I got the Tommy gun with the
percussion
I just popped a couple pain pills, self
I made something out of nothing, thanks for
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in house, killed everybody, no discussion
Rep, that muthafucking red flag a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her 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 heavy to to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a little
That's cool, I do it for all the niggas try
And all the I've fucked, and all my niggas that died

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
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