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 look just like
But they down to go
Discussin' life and all our goals
Smart kids that weed, honor roll
Look how the champagne flow
dining, pour another another glass when the wine is low

I'm in the crib stackin' money here to the ceilin'
it is I got is clearly appealin'
These rappers gettin' that inferior feelin'
I you feel it in your soul spiritual healin'
a look at yourself the mirror's revealin'
If you got it you ain't got it the theory is brilliant

People ask how music is I heard it pays
I came off makin' 2 million in 30 days
Damn I guess it does what the was
Sometimes I I be spendin' my money just because
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 niggas miss the mean
Kush got the room smellin' teen spirit
I asked kindly if no-one out here would bring up
Until I lose, for now I'm the game's leader
I fly private so no-one me to bring my seat up
And book a suite me and your favorite 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 resist
This one is for all my from my city tryin' to diss
Without a response from me you really to exist
And I love to see you fail feelin' there is the shit
I swear, aghh pussy get your bread up
the seat that the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
Why your scary ass lookin' down pick your 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' your time your just only makin' me

Yeah I try to tell them don't judge me because you stuff
Chase N. that's my brother from the Surf Club
Damn that nigga always kept it so
Back when we would smoke good at the
And have girls fall like coins in a couch
Now we just fuckin' all the bitches warned us about
Scared for the time everything has clicked
if I dont really do the numbers they predict
Considerin' the fact I'm the one that they 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 but I'mma kill it, 'cause they 'bout to let the realest team in
Throwin' up in a 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 little more
Man is this what y'all want? In my best Chris Tucker
Ducking your questions, fuck your
gets all of my love and affection
Cars all black the cover of Essence
I'm allergic to coming in second but I sneeze
Y.M.O.E. nigga,

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