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
Another gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash,
Your real story don't what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the in, stop 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 the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in traffic
on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, become drastic
Next is cremation or a casket
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my in the cocaine almanac, Jada
dope boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets me? I ain't never leave 'em
stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' we the best, find a better reason

First thing 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 paid
See I'm showin' up a K off, a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't about no layoffs
still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, bracelets
I feel like Frank White into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while starved
My don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't
This New York let 'em hang, giant balls
Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
Blindside hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
Gotta wait your turn, that's a key

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

Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday
Now we swimmin' in the money like a line of
Prepare for killin', now line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Niggas it's funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now make room for the
MOVE!
If you move, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you shameful
I get this bread and like an angel
One of the last with bars, you better be grateful
you so much
I Diddy bop and drop on you
I bread and take it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my
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 the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you against us,
You better run and hide, I'm finished, nigga
Don't play
Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a
yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the
You talk a lot, seen the truth like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can to make out
That's why I keep a good head and to keep all the flakes out
a lot of singles chart on and off durin' 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
It's the ones with the pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do me
A lot of washed out niggas find hope in
I'm just raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest up under the seat
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 part of it all
from the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter
Text back and her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate then even send a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be, New
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So never say my in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries