Luyện nghe bài hát Black Faces

[Featuring: Nipsey

[Intro: Nipsey
that beat up for me
Really everything, the headphones
Yeah, yeah, a bit louder
No punch, you that mean that we workin hard

[Verse 1: Hussle]
Look, rich nigga shit, pops was an immigrant
Lifestyle illegit, but I own businesses
Started out the trunk, up at the dealership
All gold Rollie, face no blemishes
in my city cause I grind so vigorous
If I show my face west of Texas, thats a big
Gotta pay me twenty cents just to me vent
Im out here on some shit, you should take a flick
Ballin on my own ten toes, so the is
I shots never ask for permission, man
I got a lot of big in my vision and
I failed yet, bout a dollar hell yes
Im a problem, failed test, its getting worse
I Im getting money, I just hope you gettin yours
Im killin solo so you know Im gettin more
Now young Gambino on the chorus, go

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

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

[Verse 2: Childish
League of my own, swag Davis
Only rapper 100k on your playlist
Niggas on twitter, but in life they dont say shit
My so racist, all black faces
We the new, it, kill em like Jason
Grind in my man a nigga need braces
Wonder what you feelin like, used to be the nervous
They aint mention Bino? Man shit must be a purpose, right?
Hostile, nigga my
Kind of flow to paint a picture, Norman
I dont eat pasta, is low-carb
I dont fly coach now, say I fly
Leave a face covered in that coast
Metaphor Mozart, all we do is tell em the
M Fox to my people on some family
Magazines got black faces when dies
I look at Donna Summers, she was tryin to survive
People over petty cash
When we be really cryin over that one percent
Like we tipped a milk
Fuck yall, Imma let my ball
Look to the future, dudes so last week
See me so Conde Nasty
Me and Nipsey on grown shit, no rent
Own shit, so Jim shit, black faces

[Childish - Outro]
Ay, nigga, black
Black
royalty, nigga