Luyện nghe bài hát Wraith

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

I just ball in the wraith
With 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

1]
Put it down, in the neighborhood
Was catching cases, before I got to get paper good
Lil homie asked me 'On God do you know you up?'
I said you with every bitch who wearing lace front
I don't like her, feel that way alot of rappers
I don't 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 Having understanding your logic, man
Man, for four hundred, take your honey and tour London
Get some money
Don't it When your heard doubt me
no pun intended
Military guns in the
no runnin' in it
A rebel when I that bitch
It ain't no in it
Since my first I been serious
no funny business
Bitch, ain't no business
No weapon, me shall prosper
But it's welcome to
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 ball in the wraith
With broad in the way
And I wanna, I'ma take my
Praise God, leave it all when dead
Leave daughter with the papers
a hater till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, fuck what them doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it
2: Yo Gotti]
I'm a boy legend
Street form
Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the
They say I'm reckless, yeah, I be
Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't me
Know If I go to jail today, that gon' write me? No
She gon' 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 always had a and a hit
Boy, I bet I had a mac and some
If stars 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 , back to back 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 ball in the wraith
With your in the way
And I wanna, I'ma my shot
Praise God, it all when you're dead
Leave daughter with the papers
Fuck a till the day I die
Fuck what them bitches saying, 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 to pass out
Dab in my bag, give it to her, her ass at?
game great, give it to her till she pass out
This the caine, add B12, pour baking soda
Stretch a out a whole, and no details
Shout to all my niggas, who they figures
Now they rich and you get it out the Blue
Now he ridin' in the Royce
Came out the bottom, now he more ain't 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, deny me
Niggas rhymin 'bout 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 wanna ball in the wraith
With broad 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 bitches saying, fuck them niggas doing
Before you were getting going, I was to it