Luyện nghe bài hát Ask Juicy J

I pay money for a
if he catch you in ya sleep
Lil nigga like 5'3 but the clip on the K hang down to his knees
ol me got hittas on lease
Meanwhile I don't care nothing but the
I just paid way too much for a brand new car and the roof playin Hide & Go
A out the question I don't care bout the Cheese
I don't give a shit or about the hottest MC
You ain't real as I thought y'all be
I was naive on me
You can get stomped up my tree
My is my niggas even when we disagree
Between you and I, I can still let it fly with the bricks but I chose to an absence of leave
Money money money I got it on my mind
I answer all calls when a on the line
My homie in the wheelchair thought his homeboy had his back til that same nigga shot em in his
100 came for me to scribble on the line
Now a nigga shopping one album at a
I a red dot told me gon kill the game doing everything I can do not let em down
What use is the truth if you like it down
Bitch its the not a mutha fuckin lounge
Niggas at the steps when the smell the food
When its time to go hunt they nowhere to be
Mutha clowns but I don't worry about it
3 ring circus 4 on the Audi
Grow my beard out clip on the chopper
Wrap the flag around my head I'm strapped like a saudi talk to em

Man these niggas don't understand real life my nigga. you know what I'm sayin? These niggas still living with they mamma mane. be all... Be all on Instagram and snapchat and shit. Like got jewelry, they got money and shit and living with they mutha fuckin mamma mane. You know what I'm sayin? and have to... and have to ask another nigga "Aye bruh loan me some money man." "Bruh I'm tryna get my car... ju... "Nigga fuck that!
I tell all these broke ass, petty ass niggas, the fuck uuup!

What he
My am I
Watching Zoey got me mighty inspired
40 in my draws and the poking out of my shirt like the pegs on a bicycle tire
Fletch in the feds and his mamma wise
Tell em hold his head be home in no time
Answer every call, time, anytime, it's the least I can do shit I'm on the outside
Here the truth in a room full of lies
But you can't pull me out like I'm wearing a
Cause these so fake and it looks so good
Got ya lil silly ass rappin blind
Nah I see worth shit but that's fine
Reflex scope I can hit a dime from like 75 yards
Going down wind, eh might take me 2 or 3 times
I remember mamma had to go put in that lay away singing 3 babies no daddy still the way
Now I'm trying pay her back money that I made today
Finally I'm not afraid I'm a leave a trace
All my brothas hold me down like weights
I got yo bitch in my living room hanging
Either I'm too or these windows too big
House empty like I moved in
I mean its but I'm too busy to decorate
I'm not even in the kitchen I miss the cake
I'm in my garage with my blueprints
In this fucka tryna plan a prison break
I'm the man for the job not a minute
I'm just out here to that money I'm not in a race
Snappin in this bitch like we still pencil break
Only thing worse than empty pockets is an safe
to em

Don't trip mane, shit crazy mane cause you know in this game mane, niggas out here be wanting you to feed them and shit
You know what I'm
Like they some mutha fuckin cat or something nigga
You know what I'm
Like a dog or mane
like, niggas need to get out here and get they own shit
You know what, you me Trip?
You what I'm saying man like
Niggas... niggas ain't us man
Niggas don't know how to
You know what I'm sayin stack bread
Niggas be spending all they on some ol stripper bitch

Say
I'm a few hundred short to get a but my driveway still lookin like a race track
Neighborhood I got 20 something guns here bad boy take that
I suggest that you pray that you make it out alive
30 shot 12 gauge if I miss once I get 29 more tries
Now to the doe
Its a long time since a nigga been broke
Shit I can't remember last time I a roach
Actually... it really wasn't ago
But point is I grind like a had shit
Scratch that I grind I don't have shit
I did a lot of ignorant back then
Shoulda woulda I don't live in past tense
as superman if he came from the hood
Now if only I use these powers for good
But I ain't got for a nigga but a slug
I'm all over my cream like I'm pouring hot
Holy fuck! Gouly! Gotham! Just pulled up with a plug
that poison ivy, he be like fuck
Laughing like the joker to the bank keep up
I can't let you for us then I be fuckin up
And no fun
She like, "Baby sucks. Where is the trust?"
I'm like, "In my trust fund"
Ain't I conceded my stay hungry andIi got to feed em
My family on me, I gotta lead em
So I get the and then I repeat it and then I repeat it

We gon keep on