Luyện nghe bài hát Crocodile Python

Closest to me want to see me in a box
Is it or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to
All the years that I known her, never had a job
Unemployed get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with
I took a pussy boy, pick up a book and learn
Have your ass in a before I end the verse
Rims on the whip got it 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 my niggas send the kites home

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

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

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

She fell in love with the flow, such a stroke
Fascinated allegation kilo of that coke
with 25 and never knew his social number
Mac-11 for that Gucci belt to go up
man's pride, see it in my eyes
Fayette county prosecutor want to take a house
So disdain for the police
Clan rally niggas from them oak trees
Wood wheel in the on the skinny tires
Crocodile python on the carbon fiber
Hot boy, box in the gas tank
Man of leisure to the top I took the

(Maybach Music)

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