Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, long
Welcome to the

fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking
How you my highs, I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin lungs please the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they call me from Boston
Respect is never given so I it
Get acquainted with mine I get them
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm never taking
Had to the life
ain't for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I'm the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers get no pussy
So more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it's cordially, we racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, out to Charlie Sheen
I spit bars the metronome's a money
A money machine, of course I'm trying to be the that was part of my dream
And wale told me y'all so we fuck yall, we don't love y'all
Loud B.O.T. above y'all, patron at 4 am, fuck the call
We aint of that, and we aint hear of y'all

Doggin, Hard listen, mean for when niggas don't see their C's til they see the judges
Dark of town, baby mama blues,
drama ensues niggers Ndomakong Suh
Old lyin ass as boys,
Why you knock that bitch up if you cant it out boy
I'm a my opinion is monumental

I'm forever, these other niggers scribble in pencil
Got indelible colors, only look they're buzzing
I'm at Dallas with luggage flyin to the money
And you understand my slang my colloquial is lovely
So they quote me and love me like I'm a or something
Hoe I it, I punt it like Reggie Roby or something
Shady bitches'll me, Reggie Smokers disgust me
Make the of you haters, make the most of your money
Have that consistent drive long as your motor's

I used to up mama house by opening ovens
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know it's coming
That's real shit, it's bigger rap, my n-gga Cole busy, but genius is back
I light up my spliff take a sip of my
Thinking back of when the city weren't of rap
They weren't thinking of rap, weren't giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go they be it up
I seen it all from Farms to Sursum Corders
They had that rocking like a Park that's word to Mike
Shout out to captain and free my n-gga Ricky
We always for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black
Not in the kingdom of but it's mad semi's
bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

This where they love you then hate you, go and ask Fifty
Yeah, go and ask
They love you then they you, go and ask fifty
Go and ask fenty, ass n-gga, sweeter than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont it deuce nigga
work, work, work, work, work.