Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna ball in the
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil asked me 'On God do you know you came up?'
I said you deal with every who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way alot of rappers
I don't talk 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems understanding logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take honey and tour London
Get more money
Don't believe it your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
guns in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A rebel when I fucked bitch
It no coming in it
Since my first album I been
no funny business
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, against me prosper
But it's to form
Knew the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing bells and blowing horns when my called
I'm just a made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street form
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't a fuck about no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If stars in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the 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 North

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum with the
Running up a bag, do it for 'em to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
the real caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
to all my niggas, who legitimized they figures
Now rich and you just get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
out the bottom, now he making more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
still rhymin 'bout what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

I wanna ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it