Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a refugee
That's how the I felt

for the summer
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
Throw a hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real from the start
huntin', price on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

Niggas say I'm than Beethoven
To the beat I rap over
outta that medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what told me
They giving us piss test, cause we rollin'
And know a act better than a .45 caliber pistol when they loading
They penalize us, slow us down
constantly fucking us up
Thats why we're buck
Call me monkey, call me jigaboo
When you you wanna fuck my woman and eat my barbeque
How the fuck you gon' watch my
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 house
I a look and didn't sell out
I was in the and didn't bail out
Hoping didn't fail out
Back to the top from the jail
Nigga, lace 'em up, tie ya
Catch a cut, we what pressure do

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

Who out c'here fucking with me, tell me that
I'm bout to drop that shit, where my at?
Try to that, or give me my mantle back
I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun built fucking castle
and Alfalfa cant do nothing with this little rascal"
Yeah what the hell
Talking baby business,
Don't be fucking me
Cause you get off easy
I feel just Drew Brees
When they kick off season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it from
Rappers betta leave me
if they keep on breathing
Now keep on and I'mma gonna keep on eating
And you keep on sucking, and I'mma keep on
You gon be the one or be the one fleeing
You better keep on
Aint no muthafucker this evening

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun the drum
percussion
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made something out of nothing, for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, muthafucking red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
bag too heavy to carry 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 bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

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