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 definition of a 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, actin' out
And I ain't talking no watch or no cars neither
will get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch from the bald head to the dark
Used to be the capsules, now they the plastics
I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap (never)
Rather be bumper to in drug traffic
on deck whenever the plug ask it
You sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is or a casket
fallin' 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 call us back
way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are forever
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better

First first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ain't play myself, never
Even when they all up, I stayed myself, it's 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 still ballin' so I we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my 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 walkin' into Arty Clay
You got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ever 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, respect him, you check him
Blindside hoes hit me when I 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 the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't know her
night I meet a new wife
Now ask your wife what dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a flee
Mr. Officer, I was only ID
Mami only to Romeo
Wild cowboy, I be through the yayo
Bout to let the go, woah
Fuck your bitch and let mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, laughs in the Uber
drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money and you tied to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always high five
Gotta stay away day driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth

Now I'm over everything like that's my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we swimmin' in the money a line 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 make for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a nigga 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 better be grateful
you so much
I Diddy bop and on you niggas
I count bread and it to the top on you niggas (mountaintop)
Blah blah blah blah, you 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, until I'm finished,
Don't play
yourself and lay yourself dead in a casket
Pray yourself, end in a
Hate yourself cause you ain't ask if you possess you a heater
Or you be you a leader for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Streeter
Don't you ever play

I saw a lot of niggas fade out right after I put my out
I offered to you shape up, I see that you'd rather flake out
Sellin' stories on them tracks that can seem to make out
That's why I a good 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, prolly all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so 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 a son like my blinds' open
I know the well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop but hood niggas got my song on repeat
I'm still with 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 talkin' my mammy
You finish bigger than you start
Don't fall victim to bent stories, you ain't part of it all
Start from the or oh, please, don't start at all
I a ship just 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 park car
Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter
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 you gotta be, New Orleans
I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no in me
So never say my name in vain, bitch there's no arteries