Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them count the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the definition of a major key
Another nigga gotta die, 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 talking 'bout no watch or no cars
Everything will get copped at Allah's
Was a monster, I had the hard fever
Switch from the bald to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this shit (never)
be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they drastic
thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck back, I need all of that
I my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't us back
Either way I never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are breathing
You cause we the best, find a better reason

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

yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even her
Every I meet a new wife
Now ask wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the
Bout to let the go, woah
Fuck your bitch and let mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple in the Uber
drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always tryna high
Gotta away from day driftin', all sauce
day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk

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

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right I put my tape out
I offered to help you up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can seem to out
why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the flakes out
Seen a lot of singles on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I do all three
No pop but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna hope in
I'm just tryna a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the
I'm pop chartin' but niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta finish than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the Lexus
Text and told her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if then tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate don't even send a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries