Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

Ya'll know me, the still same OG, T-Y-G
Hated on by most niggas
But I still shittin' on niggas lowkey
I don't 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 should run for
Been runnin' shit, you barely maintainin',
No, this ain't no regular shit
Break a neck on some 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 shit
Grab your gat, your clique
Ball so hard I don't 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 nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
Don't get it up
talkin' bout oh shit
I pull up they like oh
Now look talkin', bitch
Now whose talkin', bitch, yeah
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do shit for my
Do this shit for my ones
Don't get it up
I do this shit for my, I do shit for my
I don't trust niggas, I trust funds nigga

Nowadays everybody wanna talk like got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they they lips
This extended clip make Buddha shit
Shawty callin' me, up with them hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the
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 get it fucked up
I got a handful of matches, fuckin' with a bad
All my niggas is savages, loc up
Damn it's a tragedy, all of these
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh
Why you pillow talkin'? ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me yo' bitch
I lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad and a wife on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the now
Wanna be Mike when I die
Step right up, can't name any that can fuck with us
I'mma the pain, we gon' be the game-changers
All in your face, I'm nuts

Don't get it up
was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I lyin' bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' oh shit
I pull up like oh shit
Now look 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 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

Did ya'll think I let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow down on knees
Who you taught you to throw P's?
Who you think taught you to rap
Dress Dreez, Phillip Limb,
Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so motherfuck the
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the heart
Ya'll part skies, ya'll cloud
We niggas, my soldiers blacker than apartheid
We niggas, you niggas riding four doors
Like nigga, we pilin' all of your whores
On the canopy my be
for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry afraid to carry
That shit you sniff, Swift
Niggas yet it remains a myth
I never seen it, they dream it
rap about it, do interviews
With they toy and they little jewels

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