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 major key
Another nigga die, won't be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your real story match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the in, stop actin' out
And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no neither
Everything get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to in drug traffic
on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, they drastic
Next is cremation or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I all of that
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 the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a reason

First thing don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, me
Did what for me, then bossed 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 ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
full of baddies, all my bitches in a slayoff
See we be in the wasted, no part of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier
I like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat while starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't noddin' off
you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
Odell Beckham, him, you can't check him
hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
Gotta wait 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
Every night I meet a new
Now ask your what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
only listen to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck your bitch and let mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm in Cuba
This is big talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, always tryna high five
Gotta stay away day driftin', all sauce
Every day Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my
up in pussy like beautiful 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 make for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a past painful
Make a fool of yourself, beat you past shameful
I get this bread and shine an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas better be
you so much
I Diddy bop and on you niggas
I bread and take it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my
Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my
I give you new brand shit, fuck you 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, I'm finished, nigga
Don't play
Play yourself and lay yourself in a casket
Pray yourself, end in a
Hate yourself cause you 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 Sevyn
Don't you ever yourself

I saw a lot of niggas out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that 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
a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, they all had a line up
You worried 'bout followers, so hurt when I follow up
It's the ones with the pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a for a verse when I could do all three
No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna find 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 still loaded illest ammo up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up 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 victim to bent stories, you even part of it all
Start from the or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship 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 in gear while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the Lexus
back 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 a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two things you be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive no heart in me
So never say my in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries