Luyện nghe bài hát Devil Wants My Soul

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

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

on that slow
Hoppin' out that
With a hundred chains on this industry is
Fuck niggas told
Everything we
Made it out that corner, I'm fifty racks a
Whippin' on stove
Got my money money
to my brother, ice got 'em all hung
Hustlin' in my
Better watch tone
Niggas your life just 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
Made it out the bottom, out the bottom like I 'em

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

I pray to God I ain't dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain't ever broke
Everything you seen been the shit you saw
the business is keep minds on the low
Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me
Bottle bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise fold, Money never fold
Gettin' fast, watchin' niggas 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 that want it
Ooh devil my soul
Self made millionaire, no I owe
it out that hole, now watch a nigga ball
24 chains, 24k
High School to the Pros, ballin Lebron
Hood got young niggas goin' bald
up I was poor, now Rosé I pour
And I ain't scared of shit a nigga dyin' broke

I to God I ain't ever dying broke
If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going
Everything you seen been the realist 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 fold
Gettin' fast, watchin' niggas dying slow

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 want my soul, turn me cold
Bottle bottle watching bitches on a pole
Promise never fold, Money fold
Gettin' money fast, niggas dying slow