Luyện nghe bài hát Original

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

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
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 male

Niggas say I'm better than
To the beat I rap over
Stay outta medicine cabinet
Yeah, thats what they me
They giving us test, cause we stay rollin'
And know a nigga act better than a .45 caliber pistol when loading
They penalize us, tryna slow us
constantly fucking us up
Thats why buck wild
Call me porch monkey, call me
you know 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 Tarzan "how the fuck you better than me?"
Rap I run rock, and got a jump shot
Who we got wife, up in white house
I took a look and didn't out
I was in the building and bail out
Hoping muthafucker didn't out
Back to the top from the jail
Nigga, 'em up, tie ya shoe
Catch a cut, we what pressure do

for the summer
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, nigga from the start
Head huntin', price on a 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, my pamper at?
Try to answer that, or me my mantle back
I you cockroaches, shoulda left me where I was at
You dun made fucking bed
You dun built this castle
Buckwheat and Alfalfa cant do with this little rascal"
Yeah nigga the hell
baby business, yeah
Don't be with me
Cause you wont get off
I feel just like Brees
they kick off football season
How I cut the ref, you can't stop it bleeding
Rappers betta me 'lone
if they gon' keep on
Now keep on 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 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 shit, cash money oilwell
High roller, shot caller, big
Original, real nigga from the
Head huntin', price on a tab
Hit 'em up, for with a nigga male

Uh, ain't it how shit be
That's why I it
I got the gun with the drum
percussion
I just a couple pain pills, self destruction
I made out of nothing, thanks for nothing
I whip ya bitch, knock her out Robitussin
Ran up in your house, killed everybody, no
Rep, that muthafucking red like a Russian
Yeah, look, I told her baby I'm a her
We kissed, I lit her ass up then I her
No hard feelings, no car dealing, but I my queen
Duffle bag too to carry to the car
My in a jar
I'm food, I let the haters add a salt
cool, I do it for all the niggas that try
And all the I've fucked, and all my niggas that died

Birds for the
for the runners
Candy on the
9 for the
a couple hundreds
Fishing on a
With big money shit, cash 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