Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them down count the money, let 'em see the work,
the definition of a major key alert
Another nigga gotta die, be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash,
Your story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So the movies in, stop actin' out
And I ain't 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at Allah's
Was a crack monster, I had the hard
Switch from the bald head to the Caesar
to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on deck whenever the ask it
You don't the small things, they become drastic
thing is cremation or a casket
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't us back
Either way I never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever
You hatin' we the best, find a better reason

First thing first don't ever play yourself,
Oh another thing, I ain't ever myself, never
when they all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did worked 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 know no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I guess we in the (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 White walkin' into Arty Clay
You niggas got fat while starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever off
When you're in the Benz, it piss off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I y'all
This New York let 'em hang, giant balls
Odell Beckham, respect him, you check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em the curve from the major league
wait your turn, that's a major key

Mami I'm the greatest
Back to back with the cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't know her
Every I meet a new wife
Now ask your what this dick like
Balmain Joe, time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only ID
Mami only listen to
cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
Bout to let the go, woah
your bitch and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, laughs in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber cause I'm in Cuba
is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always tryna high
Gotta away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, nigga, talk

Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now line up all of the coffins
we playin'? 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, beat you past shameful
I get this and shine like an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas be grateful
Thank you so
I bop and drop on you niggas
I count bread and it to the top on you niggas (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 brand shit, fuck you do?
And know we love the bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you us, nigga?
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 cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a
Or you be you a leader 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 to help 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 good head and shoulders to keep all the out
Seen a lot of chart on and off durin' the climb up
I bet if I had the clippers, prolly 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
a beat 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 find hope in
I'm tryna raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the
I'm pop chartin' but hood 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 finish bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you even part of it all
Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel Noah
all he had was little rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm still in while you park your car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the Lexus
Text back and 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 send a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive no heart in me
So never say my name in vain, cause there's no arteries