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 definition of a key alert
Another gotta die, won't be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout no or no cars neither
Everything will get at Allah's leisure
Was a monster, I had the hard fever
Switch the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they the plastics
I tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on whenever the plug ask it
You sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of
I my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real dope boy put me in the of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't never 'em
stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' we the best, find a better reason

First thing first ever play yourself, ever
Oh thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
Even when they all 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
got that work, I don't know about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I 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 Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant
Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve the major league
Gotta your turn, that's a major 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 a new wife
Now ask your wife what this dick
Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami listen to Romeo
cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
your bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always tryna high
Gotta stay away day driftin', all sauce
Every day Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' everything like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful mornin'
Now we in the money like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the
Think we playin'? Niggas think it's
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now room for the money
MOVE!
If you move, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll you past shameful
I get this bread and shine like an
One of the last with bars, you better be grateful
you so much
I bop and drop on you niggas
I count bread and take it to the top on you (mountaintop)
blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
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 the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, with the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
You better run and hide, until I'm finished,
Don't play
Play and lay yourself 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 the truth like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you play yourself

I saw a lot of fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks nobody can seem to make out
That's why I 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 prolly all had a up
You worried 'bout your followers, so when I follow up
It's the ones with the most 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 washed out niggas tryna 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 niggas got my song on
I'm still loaded with ammo up under the seat
I'm hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
Fuck a trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You finish bigger than you start
Don't fall to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
from the bottom or oh, please, don't 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 nailed in the sprinter
Text back and her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her
And if it's not immediate then don't even send a
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 say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries