Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

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

I'm in the crib stackin' money here to the ceilin'
Whatever it is I got is appealin'
other rappers gettin' that inferior feelin'
I hope you it in your soul spiritual healin'
Take a at yourself 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 heard it
I just came off makin' 2 million in 30
I guess it does what the message was
Sometimes I feel I be my money just because
But I'm just out here reppin' us
'Til I get to shake the of the man that's blessin' us

Yeah, I know these niggas miss the lyrics
got the room smellin' like teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here would defeat up
I lose, for now I'm the game's single leader
I fly so no-one 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 women is the next one on my list
I should call it a night but fuck it I can't
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, aghh pussy nigga get bread up
Enjoy the seat the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
Why your ass lookin' down pick your head up
No-one told you your disguise is the most ridiculous
nose plugs in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin' time your just only makin' me better

Yeah I try to tell them judge me because you heard stuff
N. Cash that's my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always kept it so
Back when we would smoke at the Oakwoods
And have girls fall through like coins in a
Now we just fuckin' all the bitches they warned us
Scared for the first time has clicked
What if I dont really do the numbers they
Considerin' the fact that I'm the one they just picked
To write a chapter in history this has got me sick
But if I do it don't expect to get a split
'Cause this truly is some shit I don't 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 still touchdown passes
In tortoise frame glasses, hopin' someone catch it
People say that old Drake, we to miss it
But they need to be a more specific
Man is what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker impression
Ducking questions, fuck your suggestions
gets all of my love and affection
Cars all black like the cover of
I'm allergic to coming in but I never sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

This want want
Very Own
Young
ATF
Thank Me in this bitch wasssup
Free Weezy in this bitch
June in this bitch wassup