Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
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, bankrolls in the
Was catching cases, before I got to get some good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you you came up?'
I said you deal with every bitch who wearing lace
I don't like her, feel that way about of rappers
I talk about 'em
Most these niggas ain't bust a grape, and, they just talking loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm Having problems your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, I'll take your honey and London
Get more money
Don't believe it your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I fucked bitch
It ain't no in it
my first album I been serious
Ain't no funny
Bitch, ain't no funny
No weapon, against me prosper
But it's welcome to
Knew from the day I was born I'd perform in the
Ringing bells and blowing when my named called
I'm just a self made in the wraith though

I wanna ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave your daughter with the
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas
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
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck about no 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 Wraith on the super
In the kitchen, cold
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If it's in the wraith, got the titles in the safe
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black , back to back cause that's my fam-o
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just ball in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when you're
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them 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 just to out
Dab in my bag, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her till she out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you just get it out the
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I never nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till 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 just a real nigga riding ridin under stars

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