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 keep shittin' on lowkey
I don't fuck with you to the degree
I it G, damn G you owe us three
Schemin' on the low, make a nigga profit-ly
All I do is get money, fuck, and
I should run for
runnin' shit, you barely maintainin', bitch
No, this ain't no less shit
Break a neck on some shit
Soulja, Memphis
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, your shit
Grab your gat, your clique
Ball so hard I need the assist
I'm the best I keep sayin' shit
Nigga, you too
If you what this game will do to you
Look at bullshit that I've been
This the drive 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' oh shit
I pull up they oh shit
Now whose talkin', bitch
Now look 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
get it fucked up
I do this shit for my, I do this 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 they move they
This extended will make Buddha shit
callin' me, pullin' up with them hooter tits
Never use a nigga, but she abuse the
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, fuckin' a bad bitch
All my niggas is savages, loc up
Damn it's a tragedy, all of casualties
Metal through his body, nigga, his anatomy, oh shit
Why you pillow talkin'? ho shit
Nigga, you a geek, still talkin' 'bout me fucking yo'
I lie, can't lie
I got a bunch of bad and a wife 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 nigga that can fuck us
I'mma bring the pain, we gon' be the
All in face, I'm bustin' nuts

get it fucked 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 they like oh
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 shit for my, I do this shit 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 think you to rap keys?
Dreez, Phillip Limb, SLP's
Like D-O-double G
murda was the case so motherfuck the police
Ya'll soft like Emojis, with the heart eyes
Ya'll part skies, ya'll killas
We aimin' niggas, my soldiers blacker than
We coupe niggas, you riding four doors
Like Uber nigga, we pilin' all of your
On the canopy my be
for Pamela Anderson Lee
My Katy Perry ain't afraid to
That shit you sniff, Swift
Niggas talk yet it remains a
I never it, they only dream it
They rap it, do interviews
With they toy cars and they jewels

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
Niggas talkin' bout oh
I up they like 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 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 funds nigga