Luyện nghe bài hát Original

I'm a political
That's how the 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
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, nigga from the start
Head huntin', on a nigga tab
Hit 'em up, for playing with a nigga

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

Birds for the
Hummers for the
on the paint
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash money
roller, shot caller, big boss
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for playing a nigga male

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

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

Uh, ain't it crazy how be
why I flush it
I got the Tommy gun with the
That's
I popped a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I pistol whip ya bitch, knock her out
Ran up in your house, everybody, no discussion
Rep, that red flag like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her I'm a thrash her
We kissed, I lit her ass up I ashed her
No feelings, no car dealing, but I shuffle my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the add a little salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the bitches I've fucked, and all my that died

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