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 don't match what you rappin' (liar)
So the movies in, stop actin' out
And I talking 'bout no watch or no cars neither
Everything will get copped at Allah's
Was a crack monster, I had the fever
Switch from the 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)
be bumper to bumper 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 fallin' back, I all of that
I my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
Real boy put me in the hall of smack
Went to job interviews, they ain't call us
Either way I ain't never
Why do you think the streets me? I ain't never leave 'em
Heart stops, but the are forever breathing
You hatin' cause we the best, find a better

First thing first don't ever play yourself,
Oh another thing, I ever play myself, never
Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, me
Did what worked for me, then bossed up and myself
See I'm showin' up a K off, a Rollie, a day off
Still got that work, I don't know about no
Team ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a
See we be in the party wasted, no of fake shit
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier
I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty shit
You got fat while everybody starved
My city don't sleep, I ain't ever off
When in the Benz, it piss everybody off
So I ain't stall, I do me, I y'all
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant
Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
Blindside hoes hit me I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
Then I hit 'em with the curve from the league
Gotta your turn, that's a major key

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

Now I'm over everything like that's my callin'
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 think funny?
Pop you in your shit, brotha, now room for the money
MOVE!
If you don't move, 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 better be grateful
Thank you so
I bop and drop 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 when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my
I give you new brand shit, fuck you do?
And know we love the bap, oh yeah we do this too
Yeah, fuck the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
You better run and hide, I'm finished, nigga
Don't play
Play yourself and lay yourself 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 for the people
You talk a lot, I've seen the like Sevyn Streeter
Don't you ever play

I saw a lot of niggas 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 them tracks that can seem to make out
That's why I keep a good 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 I follow up
It's the ones with the most pride end up the swallowers
Fuck a beat for a verse when I could do all
No pop artist but pop is what you do call me
A lot of washed out niggas find hope in
I'm just tryna a son like my blinds' open
I know the hood well, but I ain't stuck in the streets
I'm pop chartin' but hood got my song on repeat
I'm loaded with 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 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 like Noah
Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, all
to riches, I'm still 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 then tell her Texas
And if it's not immediate don't even 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 alive with no in me
So never say my name in vain, bitch there's no arteries