Luyện nghe bài hát Afterlife

I'm popping my shit morning (Popping my shit)
I go to paradise
(Wheezy here)

Cough syrup got me dozin' off, I can see you in my
He snapped the in then drove off
He know somebody's to die tonight
I leave the baddies in the house,
Draco sittin' on the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't fuckin' it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my and I don't get tired

Sit in the back of the Phantom and a good night
I had to Methanol, lit up like a light
I see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on basis, she my type
I pop my shit and lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the Hills off the Sunset Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm in my disguise
Hit the off a pill but don't give me some cake
I've been jumpin' on Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
comin' by the layers, that's the way we gon' make 'em
She don't when I'ma pop 'em so she sleep naked
I can tell the way they me, they gon' say I'm the greatest
no tellin' if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
Ain't gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me
I done Goyard my bags so we hold my racks
And all the I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't who you love nigga (Can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug (Yeah, straight up)

Cough syrup got me off, I can see you in my afterlife
He the clip in then drove off
He know somebody's 'bout to die
I leave the in the house, superfly
That Draco sittin' on the couch, I'm on
But I don't miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah get my money and I don't get tired

I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, you niggas
I to get off my chest, fuck you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I'm still nigga
I got her out her tummy, I'm that nigga (Super)
Take my time, my new bank account gettin'
I Richard,
that gon' cost me at least a (Least a quarter)
I been in my bag lately and poppin my collar (My bag)
I got a good taste in bitches 'cause swallow (Yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm father (Future)
Can't be responsible, how you woe? 'Cause I ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok
how I was brought up (One thousand)
Lil' nigga had to pay his dues, man, (ree Lu)
9 braces on me, baby, hold on, (Hold on)
9 rings on me, baby, on, wait (I'm the champ)
Got that on me, baby, hold on wait (That's a Glock)
Don't be shy with that pussy, hold on, (Yeah, mine)
90 at the crib, pick a race (Yes)
I would've said at a hundred to play it safe (Robbin' the safe)
When it comes to loud, I'ma with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town I'm fillin' up the safe
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to hold my
And all the I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You help who you love, nigga
That's why God made thug

You can't help who you love,
I'm poppin' my every mornin'
Then I go to
Can't help who you love,
why God made thug niggas