Luyện nghe bài hát Black Faces

[Featuring: Hussle]

[Intro: Hussle]
Turn beat up for me
Really everything, the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a little bit
No punch, you know that mean that we hard

1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look, young rich nigga shit, pops was an
illegit, but know I own businesses
Started out the trunk, ended up at the
All gold Rollie, face no blemishes
Legend in my city I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, thats a big
pay me twenty cents just to hear me vent
Im really out here on some shit, you should take a
on my own ten toes, so the difference is
I call never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big in my vision and
I aint failed yet, bout a hell yes
Im a problem, failed test, its only getting
I swear Im getting money, I hope you gettin yours
Im killin niggas solo so you know Im more
Now young Gambino on the chorus, go

[Childish Gambino -
This is for that real shit, is for that East side
This is for my bad girls, this is for them good
This is for my grandma, this is for that side
This is for them niggas talkin on a website
I feel good, you aint feelin nothin
This is for my niggas who be dime a dozen
Bino got that good shit, Nipsey got them
On some young rich shit, Kennedys with faces

Gambino - break]
Yeah, black
My so racist, all black faces
Obama on that million bill, black faces
Yeah, nigga, black
Look, yo I got
Yo, turn, it up a little
Ay, we go, okay

[Verse 2: Gambino]
League of my own, swag Geena
rapper make 100k on your playlist
Niggas talk on twitter, but in life dont say shit
My so racist, all black faces
We the new, face it, em like Jason
Grind in my man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin like, used to be the nervous
They aint mention Man that shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my
Kind of to paint a picture, Norman Rockwell
I dont eat pasta, everything is
I dont fly coach now, say I fly
Leave a face covered in coast guard
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell em the
M Fox to my people on family ties
Magazines got faces when somebody dies
I mean look at Donna Summers, she was to survive
People wrestle over petty
When we should be cryin over that one percent
Like we a milk glass
Fuck yall, Imma let my grandkids
Look to the future, these so last week
See me so Conde Nasty
Me and on some grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim Crow shit, faces

[Childish - Outro]
Ay, nigga, black
faces
Thats royalty,