Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just wanna ball in the
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma 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
you were getting going, I was getting to it

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

I just wanna ball in the
your 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 hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what niggas doing
Before you getting going, I was getting to it
[Verse 2: Yo
I'm a dope boy
form reppin
Not a in a watch, no charm on the necklace
say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be
Don't give a fuck no nigga who don't like me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go
I bet a Wraith on the super
In the kitchen, cold
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 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 in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, take my shot
God, leave it all when you're dead
Leave your daughter the papers
Fuck a hater the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, what them niggas doing
you were 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, it to her, wear her ass at?
Dick game great, give it to her she pass out
This the real caine, add B12, baking soda
a quarter out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who legitimized they
Now they rich and you just get it out the
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', work till they come up on a whole one
Hu ok, K-I-N-G, can't me
still rhymin 'bout what 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 wanna in the wraith
your broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
your daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what bitches saying, fuck what them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it