Luyện nghe bài hát Family Feud (Remix)

1]
Moncler jackets I feel the winter
Tu Mash'Allah [?] but I'm still a sinner
When the family feud, it's hard to chill at
We can't even eat together, she like Ben and stiller
I lied I ain't hands on no female
Unless I'm up her, I pay attention to details
Single black chick, taking working retail
Know he from the
But don't know the product he sell
I got bitch on the boat, yeah we sell
The got her stalking me asking me what's my email
Guaranteed she call again, shit me and Don again
Same talking shit, was right there in the offering
Paranoid, imma circle the block I park again
Givenchy hoodie, blocking the cameras i be walking in
J mob, tell em quit their day job
I was on a space pack pitching like A Rod
I did a video with fab and niggas my face off
love me, I go through more naps than a racehorse
Headline my own tour a hit record
Bitches lose control, when they see me they get
Dj's me like yo East I need like 10 records
My daughter the only one that at me like 10 weapons
Constructs in the winter, I'm tims stepping
Your want to be on my chest and imma bench press her

Couldn't get anymore than this man
Ny nigga, East, Don
You got to save me some room on one my nigga

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This all the players emerge
All the tables
20 thousand, that's too much for the waitress to serve
From public housing now a nigga his way to the burbs
Thinking the life you will never the way I observe
Out the window, i'm brainstorming while the rain pouring
Like since the fame things ain't been the same for em
Back and forth, switching
Different on us
When we back at home we gripping for all the name calling
I know you name calling
Be yourself before you see the
Trust me I learn a lot of shit without the teacher
I had to teach myself
You prolly imagine
Like how to tote a magnum, again, load from wagons
Shit don't me no reaction
All they see is foreigns and Rollies flashing
What about when we was in that lonely
Shedding tears because the other just let my homies have it
Loading ratchets, we be the only one closing caskets
Nigga it's numbers
I always get the hunger
Learned from the OG's that I was raised
Pure cutters
Now the rain king colored
Gold rings and my whole chain
When I had no I was a 4 train jumper
rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers
I hoes off then we exchange numbers
Got this lane covered, no wonder the game us

3]
D and Don, brothers without the mother
Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James it
Press baby for money and [?] debit
and it wn't even get to us, you ain't buzzing
Nah, nah we budging (at all)