Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled!

Put them count the money, let 'em see the work, yeah
That's the of a major key alert
nigga gotta die, won't be the first, nah
Won't be the last, all we see is cash,
Your real story don't what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
So keep the in, stop actin' out
And I ain't 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch from the head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now they love the
I tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be to bumper in drug traffic
on deck whenever the plug ask it
You don't sweat the things, they become drastic
Next thing is or a casket
Fuck fallin' back, I need all of
I need my name in the cocaine almanac,
dope boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets love me? I never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the are forever breathing
You cause we the best, find a better reason

thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
Oh another thing, I ever play myself, never
Even when all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
Did what 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
still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a
See we be in the wasted, no part of fake shit
but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
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
This New nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't him
Blindside hoes hit me when I expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the from the major league
Gotta wait your turn, that's a key

yellin' I'm the greatest
Back to back the slow cum
In the lane, I got her so strung, I even know her
night I meet a new wife
Now ask wife what this dick like
Balmain Joe, every time you see, a flee
Mr. Officer, I was only ID
Mami only listen to
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the
to let the cans go, woah
Fuck bitch and let your 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 money talk and you to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always tryna five
Gotta stay away from day driftin', all
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 swimmin' in the money like a of dolphins
for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
Think we playin'? Niggas think it's
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now make room for the
MOVE!
If you don't move, I'll beat a past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past
I get bread and shine like 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 take it to the top on you (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, you gon' do?
And know we love the boom bap, oh we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you against us,
You better run and hide, until I'm finished,
play yourself
Play and lay yourself dead in a casket
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 like Sevyn
Don't you ever play

I saw a lot of fade out right after I put my tape out
I offered to help you shape up, I see that you'd flake out
Sellin' stories on tracks that nobody can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good head and shoulders to keep all the out
Seen a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the up
I bet if I had the clippers, they all had a line up
You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt I follow up
It's the ones with the pride end up bein' the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I do all three
No pop artist but pop is you rappers do call me
A lot of washed out niggas tryna hope in
I'm just raise a son like 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' with all the charts up under my feet
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 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 like
Cause all he had was rocks, an ark, that's all
Road to riches, I'm in gear while you park your car
Your baby get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text and told her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her
And if it's not immediate then even send a message
FYI I'll be free 2 or 3
And two things you be, New Orleans
I'm an donor, I'm alive with no heart in me
So never say my in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries