Luyện nghe bài hát Crocodile Python

Closest to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I by the gods
My son's mother don't when or where to start
All the years that I her, trick never had a job
Unemployed get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she me kill 'em with finesse
I took a pussy boy, pick up a book and learn
Have your ass in a before I end the verse
on the whip got it looking hypnotic
Stuffing money in my pockets as you niggas
python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking with me the mics on
She so ecstatic when I fuck her with the on
I feel the same when my niggas send the kites

Damn, why they want to stick me for my
They want the to my fruit of labor
Every time I turn
Lawsuits put a lean on a king
Ten million was the check
Devil wanna deal a nigga or debt
They want to own every I own
They sends to survey my home
Suits designed to my wealth
Glock 40 to protect myself

Cubans on my neck looking like a
On the I'm the one they got their eyes on
Skip name, now they want to know your tax bracket
'em that you with me and the pussy's automatic
I dues in these streets
I gave so much I got to lose in these streets
Family me am I in Illuminati
Beat twenty like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga a free mind
And if you disagree tell him that he can free
Took my Rolex and gave me an monitor
So many angles these haters'll popping up
my citizenship and moved to Singapore
Couple tax breaks all accounts

Damn, why want to stick me for my paper?
They want the to my fruit of labor
Every time I around
put a lean on a king crown
Ten million was the check
Devil wanna deal a nigga death or
They want to own thing I own
They sends drones to survey my
Suits designed to protect my
Bloody Glock 40 to myself

She fell in love the flow, such a beautiful stroke
Fascinated allegation grams of that coke
Roll 25 and never knew his social number
Mac-11 for Gucci belt to go up under
Black pride, see it in my eyes
Fayette prosecutor want to take a nigga house
So much disdain for the
Clan rally niggas swang from them oak
Wood wheel in the on the skinny tires
Crocodile python seats on the carbon
Hot boy, box in the gas tank
Man of leisure to the top I the staircase

(Maybach Music)

Damn, why they to stick me for my paper?
want the deeds to my fruit of labor
Every time I turn
Lawsuits put a lean on a crown
Ten million was the last
Devil wanna deal a nigga death or
want to own every thing I own
They sends to survey my home
Suits designed to protect my
Bloody Glock 40 to myself