Luyện nghe bài hát Family Feud (Remix)

1]
Moncler I can't feel the winter
Tu Mash'Allah [?] but know I'm a sinner
When the family feud, hard to chill at dinner
We even eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller
I lied I putting hands on no female
Unless I'm up inside her, I pay to details
Single black chick, taking classes working
he from the hood
But know the product that he sell
I got your on the boat, yeah we sell
The dick got her stalking me me what's my email
she call again, shit it's me and Don again
Same talking shit, was right there in the offering
Paranoid, imma circle the block I park again
Givenchy hoodie, the cameras when i be walking in
J mob, tell em don't their day job
I was on a space pitching feeling like A Rod
I did a video with fab and niggas my face off
Bitches love me, I go through more than a racehorse
Headline my own without a hit record
Bitches lose control, when they see me they get
Dj's pressing me like yo East I need 10 records
My daughter the only one wink at me like 10 weapons
Constructs in the winter, I'm usually stepping
Your bitch to be on my chest and imma bench press her

get anymore higher than this man
Ny nigga, East, Don
You got to me some room on this one my nigga

2]
This where all the emerge
All the reserved
20 thousand, that's too much bottles for the to serve
From public housing now a found his way to the burbs
Thinking the life you will understand the way I observe
Out the window, i'm brainstorming thinking while the pouring
Like since the things ain't really been the same for em
and forth, switching planes
Different on us
When we back at home we gripping for all the name calling
I know you niggas calling
Be yourself before you see the
Trust me I learn a lot of without the teacher help
I had to teach myself
You prolly imagine
Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load wagons
Shit give me no reaction
All see is foreigns passing and Rollies flashing
What about when we was in that addict
Shedding tears because the other side just let my have it
Loading ratchets, we won't be the one closing caskets
Nigga everyday it's
I always get the hunger
Learned from the OG's I was raised under
cocaine cutters
Now the rain king colored
Gold and my whole chain smothered
When I had no name I was a 4 train
Butter rolls for breakfast, lo suppers
I clown hoes off then we numbers
Got lane covered, no wonder the game love us

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