Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when dead
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

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

I just wanna in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all when you're
your daughter with 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
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
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 today, that bitch gon' write me? No
She fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke
I bet a on the super bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, four pints, that's a
I had a plaque and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and bricks
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 Youngsta , back to cause that's my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she want a for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
3]
Presidential
In the slum the hairnet
Running up a bag, do it for 'em just to out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
Dick game great, it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a quarter out a whole, and no
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they and you just get it out the Blue
Now he in the Rolls Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't no boy
Always been a hustler, not a robber, I stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still rhymin what we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a real nigga riding ridin under Wraith

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