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, trick had a job
Unemployed get a bitch depressed
But unlike them other, boys she watched me kill 'em finesse
I took a turn pussy boy, pick up a book and
your ass in a church before I end the verse
Rims on the got it looking hypnotic
Stuffing in my pockets as you niggas watching
python, all my ice on
And ain't nobody fucking with me the mics on
She so ecstatic I fuck her with the lights on
I feel the same when my niggas send the kites

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

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

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

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

(Maybach Music)

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