Luyện nghe bài hát Crocodile Python

Closest ones to me to see me in a box
Is it or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know or where to start
All the years that I known her, never had a job
that'll get a bitch depressed
But them other, boys she watched me kill 'em with 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
Stuffing money in my pockets as you watching
python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking me while the mics on
She so ecstatic when I fuck her the lights on
I feel the when 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 around
put a lean on a king crown
Ten was the last check
Devil wanna deal a death or debt
want to own every thing I own
They sends drones to my home
Suits to protect my wealth
Bloody Glock 40 to myself

Cubans on my looking like a python
On the couches I'm the one got their eyes on
your name, now they want to know your tax bracket
Tell 'em that you with me and the automatic
I paid dues in streets
I gave so much I got nothing to lose in streets
asked me am I in Illuminati
Beat cases like John Gotti
White man fear a nigga with a free
And if you disagree tell him that he can free
Took my and gave me an ankle monitor
So many angles these haters'll start up
my citizenship and moved to Singapore
Couple tax all accounts offshore

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

She fell in love with the flow, a beautiful stroke
allegation kilo grams of that coke
Roll with 25 and never knew his social
for that Gucci belt to go up under
Black man's pride, see it in my
Fayette county prosecutor want to a nigga house
So much disdain for the
Clan rally niggas swang them oak trees
Wood wheel in the Wraith on the skinny
Crocodile seats 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 deeds to my of labor
Every time I around
Lawsuits put a lean on a crown
Ten million was the check
wanna deal a nigga death or debt
They to own every thing I own
They sends drones to survey my
designed to protect my wealth
Bloody Glock 40 to myself