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 major key
Another gotta die, won't 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 talking 'bout no or no cars neither
Everything get copped at Allah's leisure
Was a crack monster, I had the hard
Switch from the head to the dark Caesar
Used to be the capsules, now love the plastics
I ain't tryna get up in this thug-rap shit (never)
Rather be bumper to in drug traffic
Cash on deck the plug ask it
You sweat the small things, they become drastic
Next thing is cremation or a
Fuck back, I need all of that
I need my name in the almanac, Jada
Real boy put me in the hall of smack
to job interviews, they ain't call us back
Either way I ain't never
Why do you the streets love me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the words are breathing
You hatin' we the best, find a better reason

First thing don't 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, then bossed up and paid
See I'm up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
Still got work, I don't know about no layoffs
Team still ballin' so I guess we in the (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a
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 shit
You got fat while everybody starved
My don't sleep, I ain't ever 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
hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve the major league
Gotta wait your turn, a major key

Mami yellin' I'm the
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 this like
Balmain Joe, every you see, a nigga flee
Mr. Officer, I was grabbin' ID
Mami only listen to
Wild cowboy, I be speakin' the yayo
to let the cans go, woah
Fuck your and let your mans know, so
Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple in the Uber
Only drivin' Uber I'm franchised in Cuba
This is big money talk and you to the sideline
Brons, Calabrini, niggas always high five
Gotta away from day driftin', all sauce
Every day Wang, nigga, cloth talk

Now I'm takin' over everything like my callin'
Wakin' up in pussy like Sunday mornin'
Now we in the money like a line of dolphins
Prepare for killin', now 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 move, I'll beat a nigga past painful
Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past
I get this bread and like an angel
One of the last with bars, you niggas be grateful
Thank you so
I Diddy bop and drop on you
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 give you new brand shit, fuck you do?
And we love the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, fuck with the side, oh you against us, nigga?
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 cause you ain't ask if you could you a heater
Or you could be you a leader for the
You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Streeter
Don't you play 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 you'd rather 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 prolly all had a up
You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt when I 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 you rappers do call me
A lot of out niggas tryna find hope in
I'm just tryna raise a son like my open
I know the hood well, but I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my song on
I'm still loaded illest ammo up under the seat
I'm hopscotch with 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 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 survive my own flood, I like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you your car
baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
Text back and her, "Please be hammered so you can sex us"
My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her
And if it's not immediate then don't send a message
FYI I'll be 'round 2 or 3
And two things you gotta be, New
I'm an organ donor, I'm with no heart in me
So never say my in vain, cause bitch there's no arteries