Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

Ya'll know me, the still OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on niggas
I don't with you to the third degree
I keep it G, damn G you owe us
Schemin' on the low, make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and
I should run for
Been runnin' shit, you maintainin', bitch
No, this no less regular shit
Break a neck on Busta shit
Soulja, Memphis
I be on til
Don't predict, bitch, what I'm do
'Cause chances are outdone you
And most of my so called
Spit your game, talk shit
your gat, call your clique
Ball so hard I need the assist
I'm the best I keep sayin' shit
Nigga, you too
If you knew what this will do to you
Look at bullshit I've been through
This the drive through and on you

get it fucked up
Yesterday was the freshest in America
I swear to God I lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
get it fucked up
Niggas bout oh shit
I up they like oh shit
Now look talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch,
Don't get it up
I do this for my, I do this shit for my
Do this for my loved ones
get it fucked up
I do this for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only funds nigga

Nowadays everybody wanna talk they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they they lips
This clip will make Buddha shit
Shawty callin' me, pullin' up with hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she the dick
I the pussy let the air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the
or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So don't get it up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' a bad bitch
All my is savages, better loc up
Damn a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? That's ho
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me yo' bitch
I can't lie, lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a on the side
I I can fly, I'm the shit now
be like Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the
All in face, I'm bustin' nuts

get it fucked up
Yesterday was the nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin'
In
Don't get it up
Niggas bout oh shit
I pull up they oh shit
Now look whose talkin',
Now look whose talkin', bitch,
get it fucked up
I do shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this for my loved ones
Don't get it up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
I don't niggas, I only trust funds nigga

Did ya'll think I would let my dough
Ho, please! bow down on both knees
Who you taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap
Dress Dreez, Phillip Limb,
Like Snoop G
murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll killas
We aimin' niggas, my blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your
On the canopy my be
Enough for Pamela Lee
My Perry ain't afraid to carry
shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, only dream it
They rap about it, do
With they toy cars and they jewels

get it fucked up
Yesterday was the freshest in America
I to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' oh shit
I up they like oh shit
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch,
Don't get it up
I do this for my, I do this shit for my
Do this shit for my loved
get it fucked up
I do this for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust nigga