Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them down count the money, let 'em see the work,
That's the of a major key alert
Another nigga die, won't be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real story don't match you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So the movies in, stop actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout no or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at Allah's
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 ain't get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in drug
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You don't sweat the things, they become drastic
thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I all of that
I need my name in the cocaine almanac,
Real dope boy put me in the hall of
to job interviews, they ain't call us back
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing first don't ever yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't ever play myself,
Even when all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what worked for me, then up and paid myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I know about 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 of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier
I feel Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while starved
My city don't sleep, I ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it everybody off
So I stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't him
Blindside hoes hit me I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
I hit 'em with the curve from the major league
Gotta your turn, that's a major key

yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back with the cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even her
night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife 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 franchised in
is big money talk and you tied 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 everything like that's my
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? think it's funny?
Pop you in shit, brotha, now make room 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 bars, you niggas better 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 blah, you sound alike, my
Blah, blah, but I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas
I give you new shit, fuck you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the side, oh you against us, nigga?
You better run and hide, until I'm finished,
Don't yourself
Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a
yourself, end in a basket
Hate cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Streeter
you ever play yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right I put my tape out
I to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake 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 your followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse I could do all three
No pop but pop is what you rappers do call me
A lot of out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with ammo up under the seat
I'm hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mammy
You gotta finish than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you even part of it all
Start from the or oh, please, don't start at all
I a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm in gear while you park your car
Your wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
back and told 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 be free 'round 2 or 3
And two you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no in me
So never say my name in vain, cause there's no arteries