Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just ball in the wraith
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 getting going, I was to it

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

I just ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, leave it all you're dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
what them bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
Street reppin
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a about no nigga who don't like me
If I go to jail today, that bitch gon' 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, a superstove
I always had a 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 on deck, got the money for the case
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause that's my
He a man, kill him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your with the papers
Fuck a till 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 with the
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 real caine, add B12, baking soda
Stretch a 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 Rolls
Came out the bottom, now he making more no boy
been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they come up on a 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 under Wraith stars

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