Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
are my one St. Thomas flows
Me and my niggas and some hoes
That look just like
But they down to go
Discussin' and all our common goals
Smart that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne diamonds
Fine dining, pour another glass when the wine is low

I'm in the crib money from here to the ceilin'
it is I got is clearly appealin'
These other gettin' that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your spiritual healin'
Take a look at yourself the mirror's
If you ain't got it you ain't got it the theory is

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

Yeah, I know these miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin' like spirit
I kindly if no-one out here would bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the game's single
I fly private so no-one me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and favorite singer meet up

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

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

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, 'cause 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle Willie Beamen
We're throwin' touchdown passes
In frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
People say that old Drake, we startin' to it
But they need to be a little more
Man is what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
your questions, fuck your suggestions
Money gets all of my love and
Cars all black like the of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I never
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

want y'all want
Octobers Own
Money
ATF
Thank Me in this bitch wasssup
Weezy in this bitch wassup
June 15th in bitch wassup