Luyện nghe bài hát Alive

[Verse 1: Lil
up in the mornin' feelin' live
God must be on my side
Got the bitch up by my side
Cash make the pussy come
know I set the vibe
Bet I'll your bitch like it's a crime
All my niggas come from time
in the air, we testify

[Chorus: Lil
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday night (woo)
been poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
It's like my every night (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
Thank God that I'm (woo)

[Verse 2: & Lil Jon]
Offset!
Ooh, the Lord I'm alive (God)
Your not lookin' alive (dead)
truck swervin', it's wide (skrrt)
Heard you be to 12 (who?)
But I do not fuck with guys (no)
First time I seen me a (bale)
I it was gold in my eyes (yes)
The all red inside (ooh)
Duplex, shawty (ooh)
We not feelin' vibe (yeah)
played out, retired (retired)
Niggas out here true (nah)
Two-door coupe, no (skrrt, skrrt)
Spikes on the back of my (spikes)
You got more money who? (Who?)
Dior on my boo (Dior)
Real niggas gon' (salute)
Drip in that the juice (drip)
Molly the Henny boost (ooh)
You're lookin' at the group (who?)
I'm lookin' at the boobs (ooh)
Lookin' at the diamonds
That I put up in my mama's hoops (boogers)
You really out of style now (style)
Bitches really need to bow (bow)
Migo is a cash cow
Lay the track, get the bags out (woo)
and the mags out
It's time for the birds, take a now (brrr)
cookie, 'bout to pass out (cookie)
Come to the Nawf, got the out

Lil Jon]
Thank God I'm alive (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
It's like my birthday every (woo)
I've poppin' all my life (woo)
Thank God that I'm (woo)
I've been poppin' all my (woo)
It's like my birthday every (woo)
I've been all my life (woo)
God that I'm alive (woo)

[Verse 3: 2
Yeah, yeah, 2 Chainz!
Rick James, show your titties, a celebration
Stuntin', I wore a mink to my (yeah)
the world, I think it's ovulatin' (okay)
If you ain't gettin' money, what's occupation? (Tell 'em)
Check my DNA, the A and wet ya, boy
Woo! I think I'm a Nature Boy
A lot of flavor, boy, I'm all my paper, boy (paper)
to L.A. and tried to smoke an acre, boy (loud)
Can't to noise, bumpin' like a canker sore (bump)
I her,