Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
These are my one St. Thomas
Me and my niggas and Madonna hoes
That look just virgins
But trust down to go
Discussin' life and all our common
Smart kids that smoke weed, roll
Look how the champagne flow
Fine dining, pour another another glass when the is low

I'm in the crib stackin' money from to the ceilin'
Whatever it is I got is clearly
These rappers gettin' that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your spiritual healin'
Take a look at yourself the revealin'
If you ain't got it you got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is goin' I it pays
I just came off makin' 2 million in 30
Damn I it does what the message was
Sometimes I I be spendin' my money just because
But I'm just out here reppin' us
'Til I get to shake the hand of the man that's us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the mean
got the room smellin' like teen spirit
I asked kindly if out here would bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the single leader
I fly private so no-one tells me to bring my up
And book a suite when me and your favorite singer up

Who you like, me who it is
make sure that that women is the next one on my list
I should it a night but fuck it I can't resist
one is for all my niggas from my city tryin' to diss
Without a response from me you really fail to
And I love to see you fail that feelin' there is the
I swear, aghh pussy nigga get bread up
Enjoy the seat that the just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin' down your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the ridiculous gettup
nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin' your your just only makin' me better

I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff
Chase N. that's my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the
And have girls fall through coins in a couch
Now we just fuckin' all the bitches they us about
Scared for the first time everything has
What if I dont do the numbers they predict
Considerin' the fact I'm the one that they just picked
To write a in history this shit has got me sick
But if I really do it expect to get a split
'Cause this truly is some shit I expect y'all to get

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, 'cause they 'bout to let the realest in
Throwin' up in a nigga Willie Beamen
We're still throwin' passes
In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' that someone it
People say that old Drake, we to miss it
But they need to be a more specific
Man is this y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
Ducking your questions, your suggestions
Money gets all of my and affection
Cars all black the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to in second but I never sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want want
Very Own
Young
ATF
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Free in this bitch wassup
June 15th in this bitch