Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put down count the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the of a major key alert
nigga gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash,
Your real don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, actin' out
And I ain't 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch from the head to the dark Caesar
to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is cremation or a
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, ain't call us back
Either way I never evil
Why do you the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't play myself, never
Even they all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what for me, then bossed up and paid myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't know no layoffs
still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake
Nothin' but love 'round me, bracelets
I feel Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat everybody starved
My city sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, balls
Odell Beckham, respect him, you check him
Blindside hoes hit me I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
wait your turn, that's a major key

Mami yellin' I'm the
to back with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I even know her
Every night I meet a new
Now ask your what this dick like
Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the
Bout to let the cans go,
your bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm in Cuba
is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, always tryna high five
stay away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth

Now I'm takin' over everything like my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday
Now we swimmin' in the money a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the
Think we playin'? think it's funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now make for the money
MOVE!
If you move, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past
I get this bread and like an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas be grateful
you so much
I Diddy bop and drop on you
I count and take it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my
I give you new brand shit, you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh we do this too
Yeah, with the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
You better run and hide, until I'm finished,
play yourself
Play yourself and lay dead in a casket
yourself, end in a basket
Hate cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth Sevyn Streeter
you ever play yourself

I saw a lot of niggas out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather out
Sellin' stories on them that nobody can seem to make out
why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles chart on and off the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so when I follow up
the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son my blinds' open
I the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my
you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
Fuck a trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, start at all
I build a just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
all he had was little rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park car
Your baby wanna get in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and told her, "Please be so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate then don't send a message
FYI I'll be 'round 2 or 3
And two you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause bitch no arteries