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 key alert
Another nigga gotta die, be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real story don't 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 love the
I ain't get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to bumper in traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they become
Next thing is or a casket
fallin' back, I need all of that
I need my name in the almanac, Jada
Real dope boy put me in the hall of
Went to job interviews, they call us back
Either way I ain't evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing first don't ever yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I 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 know 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, Cartier
I feel like Frank White walkin' Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while everybody
My city don't sleep, I ain't noddin' off
you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant
Odell Beckham, respect him, you check him
Blindside hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
Gotta your turn, that's a major key

Mami yellin' I'm the
Back to back with the cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't know her
Every night I meet a new
Now ask your wife what this like
Balmain Joe, time 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
Only drivin' cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas tryna high five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all
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 swimmin' in the money like a of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the
Think we playin'? 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 painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll you past shameful
I get this bread and shine an angel
One of the last with bars, you better be grateful
Thank you so
I Diddy bop and drop on you
I count and take it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my
I give you new shit, fuck you gon' do?
And we love 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
play yourself
Play yourself and lay dead in a casket
Pray yourself, end in a
Hate cause 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 truth like Streeter
you ever play yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out after I put my tape out
I offered to you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that nobody can to make out
That's why I keep a 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 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 when I 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 tryna raise a son my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but niggas got my song on repeat
I'm loaded with illest 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 bigger you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't at all
I build a ship to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you your car
Your baby wanna get in the sprinter Lexus
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 a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two things you be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no