Luyện nghe bài hát 25 Lighters (Remix)

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

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

1: wifisfuneral]
Okay, like, smokin' on this kill, I'm so fucked up, my life's a
Pretty sure I held my pride, if I can't die, like, got into you?
pushin' on my whip now, hip now
I just spent a quarter on my wrist, like, what that 'bout?
This is real life, no cap, I'm on the tac, like, Check my now
Hol' up, like, keep your breath, I stay off edge, like, who my shit
Listen, okay, all my life deaded, deadman bless me 'till I'm restless
Bring it back, write my thoughts to mention, burn my past until present
You can't kill my soul, forget it, you too for my section
Wait, like, tell me why I'm better then? better check my letterman
Hand smoke like cigarettes
They new shit now my threat
Like, bitch, I'm in my
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
it back, brick back, hold that, uh
We can minus 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 woke up still dead, to mention (Ayy)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, my best bet? (Okay)
I'm off the drugs, like, what's my best bet? (Okay)
Okay, like, 25 lighters on my (Okay)
I woke up still dead, to mention (What?)
I'm sick off the drugs, like, what's my best (Huh?)
I'm off the drugs, like, what's my best bet?

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

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