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 in, stop actin' out
And I ain't 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard
Switch from the bald head to the Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the
I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap (never)
be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is or a casket
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my name in the almanac, Jada
Real dope boy put me in the of smack
Went to job interviews, they call us back
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't leave 'em
stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing first don't ever play yourself,
Oh another thing, I ain't play myself, never
Even when they all up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what worked for me, then bossed up and myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, 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 in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier
I feel like Frank walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat everybody starved
My don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
When you're in the Benz, it piss off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, balls
Odell Beckham, him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em the curve from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, a major key

yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to 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 wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple in the Uber
Only drivin' cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you tied to the
Brons, Calabrini, always tryna high five
Gotta stay away day driftin', all sauce
day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' everything like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we in the money like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the
we playin'? Niggas think it's funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a nigga past
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you shameful
I get bread and shine like an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas be grateful
Thank you so
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 I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas
I you new brand shit, fuck 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, I'm finished, nigga
Don't yourself
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 be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you play yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right after I put my out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd rather out
Sellin' on them tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the 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 'bout your followers, so hurt when I up
the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna find in
I'm just tryna a son like my blinds' open
I know the well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded illest ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch all the charts up under my feet
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm my mom's mammy
You gotta finish bigger you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't 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
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in while you park your car
baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text and told her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then 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 bitch no arteries