Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
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 bitch who wearing lace front
I like her, feel that way about alot of rappers
I don't about 'em
Most these niggas ain't gon' bust a grape, and, they just loud
Godbody, got a problem, go to war about it
Hm problems understanding your logic, man
Man, for hundred, I'll take your honey and tour London
Get some more
Don't it When your heard doubt me
Ain't no pun
guns in the mansion
Ain't no in it
A when I fucked that bitch
It ain't no in it
Since my first album I been
Ain't no funny
Bitch, no funny business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But welcome to form
from the day I was born I'd perform in the Forum
Ringing and blowing horns when my named called
I'm a self made nigga in the wraith though

I just wanna 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 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
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no on the necklace
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that bitch write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a go broke
I bet a Wraith on the bowl
In the kitchen, super
Six ounce, pints, that's a superstove
I always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If it's stars in the wraith, got the titles in the
Got the lawyers on deck, got the money for the
Truck, truck,
Guns, guns,
Me and Black Youngsta , back to back cause my fam-o
He a white man, him
For his shit, she a check for the

That's that out the shit

I just wanna ball in the
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
you were 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 she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, pour baking
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized figures
Now they and you just get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Rolls
Came out the bottom, now he making ain't no boy
been a hustler, not a robber, I never stole nothing
Trappin', flippin' work till they up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, deny me
Niggas still rhymin 'bout we did in the 90's, nigga
Yeah, See it on my face,
I'm just a nigga riding ridin under Wraith stars

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