Luyện nghe bài hát Afterlife

I'm my shit every 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 clip in drove off
He know somebody's to die tonight
I leave the in the house, superfly
That sittin' on the couch, I'm on fire
But I don't miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank Allah I'ma get my money and I get tired

Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good
I had to take Methanol, lit up like a
I see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her lace on basis, she my type
I pop my and live lavish, I never switch sides
You go to college, get a off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the fuckin' Hills off the Sunset
I'm a product of the field, I'm just in my
Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me cake
I've been jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way chase 'em
Franklins 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 treat me, they gon' say I'm the greatest
Ain't no if I leave, if I'ma ever come back (Pluto)
gon' never let a disloyal bitch hold me back
I done Goyard my bags so we could my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the for Chiraq
You can't help who you nigga (Can't help who you love)
That's why God made thug niggas (Yeah, up)

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

I thank Allah I'ma get my checks, fuck you
I need to get off my chest, you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I'm still that
I got her flattin' out her tummy, I'm that (Super)
Take my time, my new bank account taller
I Richard,
that gon' cost me at a quarter (Least a quarter)
I been in my bag lately and poppin my collar (My bag)
I got a good taste in 'cause they swallow (Yeah)
I done birthed a lotta lil' niggas, I'm their (Future)
be responsible, how you woe? 'Cause I taught ya (I can)
Keep it a thousand, ok
how I was brought up (One thousand)
Lil' had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (ree Lu)
9 on me, baby, hold on, wait (Hold on)
9 rings on me, baby, hold on, (I'm the champ)
Got that Glizzy on me, baby, hold on (That's a Glock)
be shy with that pussy, hold on, wait (Yeah, mine)
90 vibes at the crib, 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 unless I'm fillin' up the
I done crocodile my Pradas, just to my racks
And all the love I got for Atlanta, I got the for Chiraq
You help who you love, nigga
why God made thug niggas

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