Luyện nghe bài hát Afterlife

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

Cough got me dozin' off, I can see you in my afterlife
He snapped the clip in drove off
He know 'bout to die tonight
I the baddies in the house, superfly
That sittin' on the couch, I'm on fire
But I fuckin' miss it though, I'm gon' slide
I thank I'ma get my money and I don't get tired

Sit in the back of the Phantom and have a good
I had to Methanol, lit up like a light
I see nothin' in the way, gone outta sight
I get her on daily basis, she my type
I pop my shit and live lavish, I never sides
You go to college, get a off the clothes I buy
We get on the top of the fuckin' Hills off the Drive
I'm a product of the field, I'm in my disguise
Hit the trippin' off a pill but don't give me cake
I've jumpin' on these Lears, that's the way I'ma chase 'em
Franklins comin' by the layers, the way we gon' make 'em
She don't when I'ma pop 'em so she gotta sleep
I can tell the way they treat me, they 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 help who you love (Can't help who you love)
That's why God thug niggas (Yeah, straight up)

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

I Allah I'ma get my checks, fuck you niggas
I need to get off my chest, you niggas
I got the hittas in the cut, I'm still nigga
I got her out her tummy, I'm that nigga (Super)
my time, my new bank account gettin' taller
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 in bitches 'cause they swallow (Yeah)
I done birthed a lil' niggas, I'm their 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' had to pay his dues, man, slaughter (ree Lu)
9 on me, baby, hold on, wait (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 that pussy, hold on, wait (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 to loud, I'ma roll with Grade A (Grade A)
I don't go outta town unless I'm fillin' up the
I done my Pradas, just to hold my racks
And all the I got for Atlanta, I got the same for Chiraq
You can't help who you love,
That's why God made thug

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