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 know when or where to
All the years that I her, trick never had a job
that'll get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em finesse
I a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and learn
Have ass in a church before I end the verse
Rims on the got it looking hypnotic
money in my pockets as you niggas watching
python, all my ice on
And nobody fucking with me while the mics on
She so ecstatic when I fuck her with the on
I feel the same when my niggas the kites home

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

Cubans on my neck looking like a
On the couches I'm the one they got eyes on
Skip your name, now they want to know tax bracket
'em that you with me and the pussy's automatic
I dues in these streets
I gave so much I got nothing to lose in these
Family me am I in Illuminati
Beat twenty like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga with a free
And if you disagree tell him he can free mine
Took my and gave me an ankle monitor
So many angles these start popping up
Renounced my and moved to Singapore
tax breaks all accounts offshore

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

She fell in love with the flow, such a stroke
Fascinated kilo grams of that coke
Roll with 25 and never knew his number
for that Gucci belt to go up under
Black man's pride, see it in my
Fayette county want to take a nigga house
So much for the police
Clan niggas swang from them oak trees
Wood wheel in the Wraith on the skinny
Crocodile seats on the carbon fiber
Hot boy, stash box in the gas
Man of leisure to the top I the staircase

(Maybach Music)

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