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 of a major key alert
nigga gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash,
real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop out
And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no neither
will get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a monster, I had the hard fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark
to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, become drastic
thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of
I my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
dope boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't us back
way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better

thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't ever myself, never
when they 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 don't about no layoffs
Team still 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 shit
but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty shit
You niggas got fat while everybody
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever off
When you're in the Benz, it piss off
So I stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
This New nigga 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
wait 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 know her
Every night I a new wife
Now ask your wife this dick like
Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only ID
only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck 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 money and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas tryna high five
Gotta away from day driftin', all sauce
day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' over everything that's my callin'
Wakin' up in like beautiful Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the
Think we Niggas think it's funny?
Pop you in shit, brotha, now make room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you shameful
I get this bread and shine like an
One of the last with bars, you niggas better be
Thank you so
I Diddy bop and on you niggas
I count bread and take it to the top on you (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, you gon' 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,
Don't yourself
Play yourself and lay dead in a casket
yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
Or you could be you a for the people
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 that rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and 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 'bout your followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is you rappers do call me
A lot of out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son like my blinds'
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 illest ammo up under the
I'm playin' 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 mom's
You finish bigger than you start
fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I like Noah
all he had was little rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you 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 don't even send a
FYI be free 'round 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be, New
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause there's no arteries