Luyện nghe bài hát 25 Lighters (Remix)

[Intro:
Ayy
Got it on
Ayy, ayy, yuh

[Chorus:
Okay, like, 25 on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, forgot to (What?)
I'm off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet?

1: wifisfuneral]
Okay, like, on this kill, I'm so fucked up, my life's a interlude
Pretty sure I held my pride, if I die, like, what got into you?
People on my whip now, hip now
I just a quarter on my wrist, like, what that shit 'bout?
This is real life, no cap, I'm on the tac, like, my fist now
Hol' up, like, keep your breath, I stay off edge, like, who my now?
Listen, okay, all my life been deaded, deadman me 'till I'm restless
Bring it back, write my thoughts to mention, my past until it's present
You can't kill my soul, forget it, you too for my section
Wait, like, me why I'm better then? Bitch better check my letterman
Hand free smoke cigarettes
They new shit now my biggest
Like, bitch, I'm in my
it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can only minus the toe tag
All up in the middle, run flat, uh
All up in the middle, run flat, uh
Bring it back, brick back, that, uh
We can only with the toe tag
All up in the middle, run flat, uh
All up in the middle, run flat, uh

[Chorus:
Okay, like, 25 on my dresser (Ayy)
I up still dead, forgot to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my (Okay)
I up still dead, forgot to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet?

2: Curren$y]
Uh, I got 25 on my dresser
30 in my collection quite impressive
I up on bitches, they be under pressure
My one wasn't right, so I left her
Baby, you should take loss as a lesson
All we mash is and better
Porsche Carrera, no top in the
so perfect how me and paper go together
I stack it up and use some to wrap the
I got my own strain, I'm a boss in the
Musical cocaine, 'cause I'm a mane
Rims pokin', I'm swervin', hoggin' up lanes
I'm New Orleans, I stay everywhere, I'm hoppin' planes
and Cuban chains, diamonds in my pinky ring
Money is not a thing, but I'm so glad I got it,
Money is not a thing, but I'm so glad I got it,

[Chorus:
Okay, like, 25 on my dresser (Ayy)
I woke up still dead, to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my bet? (Okay)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 on my dresser (Okay)
I woke up still dead, to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet? (Huh?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best (Huh?)