Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them down the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the of a major key alert
Another nigga die, won't be the first, nah
be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
Your story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the movies in, stop out
And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no neither
Everything will get copped at leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard
from the bald head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they 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 the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is cremation or a
Fuck back, I need all of that
I my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real dope boy put me in the hall of
Went to job interviews, they call us back
Either way I never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I never leave 'em
stops, but the words are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better

First thing first ever play yourself, ever
Oh thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, me
Did what worked for me, 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 ballin' so I guess we in the (swish)
full of baddies, all my bitches in a slayoff
See we be in the party wasted, no of fake shit
Nothin' but love me, Cartier bracelets
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay
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 y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, balls
Odell Beckham, respect him, you check him
Blindside hoes hit me I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em the curve from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, that's a key

Mami yellin' I'm the
Back to back the slow 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 you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was only ID
Mami only listen to
Wild cowboy, I be through the yayo
Bout to let the cans go,
Fuck your bitch and let mans know, so
Yeah, now the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
Only Uber cause I'm franchised 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
Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday
Now we swimmin' in the money a line of dolphins
for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Niggas 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
you so much
I bop and drop on you niggas
I bread 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 you new brand shit, fuck you gon' 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 yourself
Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a
yourself, end in a basket
Hate yourself cause you ain't ask if you could you a heater
Or you be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever yourself

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and 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, prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout 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 artist but pop is what you do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna hope in
I'm tryna raise a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop but hood niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still loaded with illest up under the seat
I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my
While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my
Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's
You gotta finish bigger you start
fall victim to bent stories, you ain't even part of it all
Start from the or oh, please, don't start at all
I build a ship just to 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 sprinter
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 be free 'round 2 or 3
And two you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no in me
So never say my name in vain, cause bitch there's no