Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

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

Don't get it up
Yesterday was the freshest in America
I to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
Don't get it up
Niggas talkin' bout oh
I pull up they oh shit
Now look whose talkin',
Now look talkin', bitch, yeah
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do 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 funds nigga

Nowadays everybody wanna talk they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out they move they lips
This extended clip make Buddha shit
Shawty me, pullin' up with them 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
or Caribbean, I'm sweatin' out my hair dye
So get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad
All my is savages, better loc up
Damn a tragedy, all of these casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? ho shit
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
Wanna be like Mike I die
Step right up, can't name any nigga that can fuck us
bring the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in face, I'm bustin' nuts

get it fucked up
Yesterday was the nigga in America
I to God I ain't lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' bout oh
I pull up like oh shit
Now look talkin', bitch
Now look talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it up
I do shit for my, I do this shit for my
Do this for my loved 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 freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on both
Who you taught you to throw P's?
Who you taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dreez, Phillip Limb,
Like D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so the police
niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll killas
We aimin' niggas, my blacker than apartheid
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding doors
Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the my stamina be
Enough for Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't to carry
That you sniff, Taylor Swift
talk yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, only dream it
They rap it, do interviews
With they toy and they little 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' bout oh
I up they like oh shit
Now look talkin', bitch
Now look talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it 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 for my, I do this shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I trust funds nigga