Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

Ya'll me, the still same OG, young T-Y-G
Hated on by these niggas
But I still keep shittin' on lowkey
I don't fuck you to the third degree
I keep it G, G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, tryna make a profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and
I should run for
Been shit, you barely maintainin', bitch
No, this no less regular shit
Break a on some Busta shit
Soulja, Memphis
I be on til
predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
'Cause chances are outdone you
And most of my so called
Spit your game, talk your
Grab your gat, call clique
Ball so hard I need the assist
I'm the best I keep sayin' that
Nigga, you too
If you knew this game will do to you
Look at bullshit that I've through
This the drive and shit 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
Don't get it up
talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they oh shit
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now look talkin', bitch, yeah
get it fucked up
I do this 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 shit for my
I trust niggas, I only trust funds nigga

Nowadays everybody wanna talk they got somethin' to say
But comes out when they move they lips
This extended clip 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, off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my dye
So don't get it up
I got a handful of matches, with a bad bitch
All my is savages, better loc up
it's a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh
Why you pillow talkin'? ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, talkin' 'bout me fucking yo' bitch
I lie, can't 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 be the game-changers
All in face, I'm bustin' nuts

Don't get it up
Yesterday was the freshest in America
I swear to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't bruh
In
Don't get it up
Niggas talkin' oh shit
I pull up like oh shit
Now look talkin', bitch
Now look talkin', bitch, yeah
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
Do this shit for my ones
get it fucked 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! Better bow on both knees
Who you think taught you to throw
Who you think taught you to rap
Dress Dreez, Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop G
Nigga murda was the so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding doors
Like Uber nigga, we all of your whores
On the canopy my be
Enough for Pamela Lee
My Katy ain't afraid to carry
That you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a
I never seen it, they dream it
rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they little

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