Luyện nghe bài hát Codeine Fiend

(Hook)
Hunneds to thousands
Ain't no
(Ain't no tellin)
outta housin
Juggin
And yelling
She sipping on lean a molly
Codeine fiend life of the
Ain't no
Smoking on
Flippin while we stackin paper pray to God to show em we ruthless

(Verse 1)
Woke up early this
Thank god for the up
searching got em looking
Got shows now they booking
Now we Out in Dubai get
I be I be swervin
bad bitches
In the seat
Got All of em
I'll be better off
Just a dog looking for a
I been Out here on road
Just Follow the light back
Put this oil on your forehead
Keep me from the of the wicked
Lifestyle of the famous
survived critical conditions
Temptations with the dance
David when i dream
Couldn't you how it happened
Hop off the
Walk the sea
See you for a reaction,
Moonwalk jackson
jeans
Came a place
Where I am the main
Pull up on you with a
Hopping fresh out the
Bullet presidential
Take a at you
Now take at me
Diamonds on me
like a bee
Burn notice might get third
Nelson mendela
No don't no company
I am so

(Hook)
Hunneds turn to
no tellin
(Ain't no tellin)
Trappin outta
Juggin
And it's
She sipping on poppin a molly
fiend life of the party
Ain't no
Smoking on
layers while we stackin paper pray to God to show em we ruthless

(Verse 2)
Come fuck with goons

wit him

You'll lose
.....
I'm on the

Never play by the

20 thousand on the

( we endorsements )

Pull up in

They the force

......wooooh

hearin our voice

We wit our torches

the noise

....wooooh

Lil Asian bad bitch , throw that ass

Dancing with devil , a phantom gotta stay in the shadows

( rain in my cup )

Thriller jacket on Michael

Damn I'm handsome , bring out dem hammas , goin , dirty Diana

Hold her for , throwing a tantrum

Never been the type to a wave

Get the money, get it right

Hearin voices in my
Demons talk to me , not hearin what said

Never

up the

it's money

Hear the chirp (bddddd bdddd)

I'm for a purpose

I know my worth is

Damn I deserve this

I feel like I'm
(Arrgh)

Damn

I'm the

around

and got

Now he mad I

his bitch

Nigga you

sellin

(Hook)
turn to thousands
Ain't no
(Ain't no tellin)
Trappin housin
selling
And yelling
She sipping on lean poppin a
Codeine fiend of the party
Ain't no
Smoking on
Flippin layers we stackin paper pray to God to show em we ruthless