Luyện nghe bài hát D.g.i.f.u.

Ya'll know me, the same OG, young T-Y-G
on by most these 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 should run for
Been runnin' shit, you maintainin', bitch
No, this no less regular shit
Break a on some Busta shit
Soulja, shit
I be on til
predict, bitch, what I'm gonna do
'Cause chances are outdone you
And most of my so called
Spit game, talk your shit
Grab your gat, your clique
Ball so I don't need the assist
I'm the best I keep that shit
Nigga, you too
If you what this game will do to you
Look at bullshit that I've through
This the drive through and on you

Don't get it 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 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
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
I don't niggas, I only trust funds nigga

Nowadays everybody wanna talk they got somethin' to say
But nothin' comes out when they they lips
This extended clip will make Buddha
Shawty callin' me, pullin' up with hooter tits
use a nigga, but she abuse the dick
I lick the let the air dry
We in a boat, nigga, right off the
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 niggas is savages, loc up
Damn it's a tragedy, all of casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, check his anatomy, oh
Why you pillow That's ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' me fucking yo' bitch
I can't lie, lie
I got a bunch of bad hoes and a on the side
I believe I can fly, I'm the now
Wanna be like when I die
Step right up, can't any nigga that can fuck with us
I'mma bring the pain, we be the game-changers
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
get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' oh shit
I pull up they like oh
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now whose talkin', bitch, yeah
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
Do shit for my loved ones
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust funds

Did ya'll I would let my dough freeze?
Ho, please! Better bow on both knees
Who you taught you to throw P's?
Who you taught you to rap keys?
Dress Dreez, Limb, SLP's
Snoop D-O-double G
Nigga murda was the case so the police
Ya'll niggas soft like Emojis, with the eyes
Ya'll skies, ya'll cloud killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than
We coupe niggas, you niggas riding doors
Like Uber nigga, we all of your whores
On the canopy my be
Enough for Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry afraid to carry
shit you sniff, Taylor Swift
Niggas yet it remains 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
was the freshest nigga in America
I swear to God I ain't bruh, I ain't lyin' bruh
In
get it fucked up
Niggas talkin' oh shit
I pull up they oh shit
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now whose talkin', bitch, yeah
Don't get it 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 this shit for my, I do this for my
I don't trust niggas, I only trust nigga