Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

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

Don't get it up
Yesterday was the freshest nigga in
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 whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
Do this shit for my loved
get it fucked up
I do shit for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust nigga

Nowadays everybody talk like they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when move they lips
This extended will make Buddha shit
Shawty me, pullin' up with them hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she the dick
I lick the let the air dry
We in a boat, nigga, off the coast
European or Caribbean, I'm out my hair dye
So don't get it up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad
All my niggas is savages, 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 can't lie, lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a wife on the
I believe I can fly, I'm the now
Wanna be like Mike I die
Step up, can't name any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the
All in your face, I'm bustin'

Don't get it up
was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
Don't get it up
Niggas bout oh shit
I pull up they oh shit
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now look whose talkin', bitch,
Don't get it up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
Do this shit for my loved
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 let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on knees
Who you think taught you to P's?
Who you taught you to rap keys?
Dreez, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like Snoop G
Nigga was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers than apartheid
We niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your
On the my stamina be
Enough for Pamela Lee
My Katy ain't afraid to carry
That you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas talk yet it a myth
I never seen it, only dream it
rap about it, do interviews
With they toy cars and little jewels

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