Luyện nghe bài hát 9 a.m. In Dallas

Yeah, uh,
These are my one St. Thomas
Me and my niggas and Madonna hoes
That look just like
But trust they to go
Discussin' life and all our common
Smart kids that smoke weed, roll
Look how the diamonds flow
Fine dining, another another glass when the wine is low

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

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

Yeah, I know niggas miss the mean lyrics
Kush got the room smellin' like teen
I asked kindly if out here would bring defeat up
Until I lose, for now I'm the 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 me you really fail to exist
And I love to see you fail feelin' there is the shit
I swear, aghh pussy get your bread up
Enjoy the seat the stewardess just forced your ass to let up
Why scary ass lookin' down pick your head up
No-one you your disguise is the most ridiculous gettup
With nose in now I can smell a set up
So your just wastin' your time your only makin' me better

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

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

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