Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
These are my one St. flows
Me and my niggas and some Madonna
look just like virgins
But trust down to go
Discussin' life and all our goals
kids that smoke weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne diamonds
Fine dining, another another glass when the wine is low

I'm in the crib money from here to the ceilin'
Whatever it is I got is clearly
other rappers gettin' that inferior feelin'
I hope you feel it in your soul spiritual
Take a look at the mirror's 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 off makin' 2 million in 30 days
Damn I guess it does what the was
Sometimes I feel I be spendin' my money 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 lyrics
Kush got the smellin' like teen spirit
I kindly if no-one out here would bring defeat up
I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader
I fly private so tells me to bring my seat up
And book a suite when me and your singer meet up

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

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

I'm nervous but I'mma kill it, they 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a huddle nigga Beamen
still throwin' touchdown passes
In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' someone catch it
People say old Drake, we startin' to miss it
But they to be a little more specific
Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker
your questions, fuck your suggestions
Money all of my love and affection
all black like the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want y'all
Very Own
Young
ATF
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