Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Wants My Soul

I pray to God I ain't dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain't ever broke
Everything you seen been the realist you saw
What the business is minds on the low
Devil want my soul, Bitches me cold
Bottle after bottle watching on a pole
Promise never fold, Money fold
Gettin' money fast, niggas dying slow

I pray to God I ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain't going broke
Everything you seen been the realist you saw
What the business is minds on the low
Devil my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching on a pole
Promise never fold, Money fold
Gettin' money fast, watchin' niggas dying

on that slow
Hoppin' out that
With a hundred chains on industry is cold
Fuck niggas told
we sold
Made it out that corner, I'm racks a show
Whippin' on stove
Got my money money
to my brother, ice got 'em all hung
Hustlin' in my
Better watch tone
Niggas cash your life for talkin' on that phone
We get it on our own
Now we own
Tell 'em stop talkin', all my money grown
on my arm
Coke boy
it out the bottom, out the bottom like I told 'em

I to God I ain't ever dying broke
If I owe you, you ain't ever going broke
Everything you seen the realist shit you saw
What the business is minds on the low
Devil my soul, Bitches turn me cold
after bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money never
Gettin' money fast, watchin' dying slow

I pray to God I ain't ever dying
If I ever owe you, you ever going broke
Everything you seen been the realist you saw
What the business is keep on the low
want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a
Promise never fold, never fold
Gettin' money fast, watchin' dying slow

never fold (aah)
And my never fold (aah)
Made it to the top I told 'em (aah)
Let 'em talkin' I'mma show 'em (aah)
And I'mma bring to any nigga that it
Ooh devil my soul
Self made millionaire, no I owe
Made it out hole, now watch a nigga ball
24 chains, 24k
High to the Pros, ballin like Lebron
Hood got niggas stressin' goin' bald
Came up I was poor, now Rosé I
And I scared of shit just a nigga dyin' broke

I pray to God I ain't dying broke
If I owe you, you ain't ever going broke
you seen been the realist shit you saw
What the is keep minds on the low
Devil my soul, Bitches turn me cold
Bottle after bottle bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money fold
money fast, watchin' niggas dying slow

I to God I ain't ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain't going broke
Everything you seen the realist shit you saw
What the business is minds on the low
Devil want my soul, Bitches me cold
Bottle after bottle watching on a pole
Promise never fold, never fold
money fast, watchin' niggas dying slow