Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
These are my one St. Thomas
Me and my niggas and some Madonna
That look just virgins
But trust they to go
life and all our common goals
Smart kids that weed, honor roll
how the champagne diamonds flow
Fine dining, another another glass when the wine is low

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

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

Yeah, I know these niggas the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin' like teen
I asked kindly if no-one out would bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the game's leader
I fly so no-one tells me to bring my seat up
And a suite when me and your favorite singer meet 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
This one is for all my niggas from my tryin' to diss
Without a from me you really fail to exist
And I to see you fail that feelin' there is the shit
I swear, aghh nigga get your bread up
Enjoy the seat that the just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass down pick your head up
No-one told you disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin' time your just only makin' me better

I try to tell them don't judge me because you heard stuff
Chase N. Cash my brother from the Surf Club
that nigga always kept it so hood
Back when we would smoke good at the
And have girls fall like coins in a couch
Now we just fuckin' all the bitches they us about
Scared for the time everything has clicked
What if I dont really do the they predict
Considerin' the fact that I'm the one they just picked
To write a chapter in history shit has got me sick
But if I do it don't 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 they to let the realest team in
up in a huddle nigga Willie Beamen
We're throwin' touchdown passes
In frame glasses, hopin' that someone catch it
People say old Drake, we startin' to miss it
But they to be a little more specific
Man is what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
Ducking questions, fuck your suggestions
Money gets all of my and affection
Cars all black the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I never
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

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