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 real story 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 Allah's
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they the plastics
I ain't get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be to bumper in drug traffic
Cash on whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the small things, become drastic
Next is cremation or a casket
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my name in the cocaine almanac,
Real dope boy put me in the hall of
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets love me? I ain't leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, a better reason

thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I myself, it's me
Did worked for me, then bossed up and paid myself
See I'm up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I know about no layoffs
Team still so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team of baddies, all my bitches in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake
Nothin' but 'round me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White into Arty Clay shit
You niggas got fat everybody starved
My city 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 ain't
New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
Odell Beckham, him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
I hit 'em with the curve from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, a major key

Mami I'm the greatest
Back to with the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I even know her
Every night I meet a new
Now ask your what this dick like
Balmain Joe, time you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck your bitch and let mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the
Only Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas tryna high five
Gotta away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money like a of dolphins
for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
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 a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past
I get this bread and shine like an
One of the last bars, you niggas better be grateful
Thank you so
I bop and drop on you niggas
I count and take 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 boom bap, oh yeah we do too
Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you against us,
You better run and hide, I'm finished, nigga
Don't play
Play and lay yourself 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 leader for the
You talk a lot, I've seen the like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever yourself

I saw a lot of fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a head and shoulders 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, they all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so when I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up bein' the
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 out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but glad I stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
You gotta bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even of it all
from the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park 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 tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate don't even send 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 say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries