Luyện nghe bài hát 4 Am

Uhh.. to paradise
Paper planes, flights
to the life

Destinies fulfilled off the filling the pillow talking
How you killing my highs, I you built the coffin
I got virgin please excuse the coughing
Think I'm bout to blow, they me George from Boston
Respect is never so I confiscate it
Get with mine I get them acclimated
Cherry red dice I'm a gambling man I'm taking twice
Had to the life
This for ordinary people, don't compare me to rappers
I'm trying to be The Beatles,
Give me some 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 it's more for me, she me in her mouth
You it's cordially, we throwin' racks, she said please don't talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie
I spit bars the metronome's a money
A money machine, of course I'm to be the king that was part of my dream
And told me fuck 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 last
We aint heard of that, and we hear of y'all

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

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

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

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, hating ass n-gga, than sibling
Who got the juice ?
n-gga,
n-gga,
My... dont keep it deuce
work, work, work, work, work.