Luyện nghe bài hát Family Feud (Remix)

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Moncler jackets I can't feel the
Tu [?] but know I'm still a sinner
When the family feud, it's hard to chill at
We can't eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller
I lied I ain't putting on no female
Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to
Single black chick, taking working retail
Know he from the
But know the product that he sell
I got bitch on the boat, yeah we sell
The dick got her stalking me asking me my email
Guaranteed she call again, it's me and Don again
Same niggas talking shit, was right in the offering
Paranoid, imma circle the block before I park
Givenchy hoodie, the cameras when i be walking in
J mob, tell em don't quit day job
I was on a pack pitching feeling like A Rod
I did a video with fab and niggas took my off
Bitches love me, I go through more naps a racehorse
Headline my own tour without a hit
Bitches lose control, they see me they get naked
Dj's me like yo East I need like 10 records
My daughter the one that wink at me like 10 weapons
Constructs in the winter, I'm usually tims
Your bitch want to be on my chest and bench press her

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

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This where all the players
All the tables
20 thousand, that's too much for the waitress to serve
From public housing now a nigga found his way to the
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
Back and forth, planes
Different on us
When we back at home we gripping for all the name calling
I know you name calling
Be before you see the wealth
Trust me I learn a lot of shit the teacher help
Somethings I had to teach
You prolly won't
Like how to tote a magnum, again, load from wagons
don't give me no reaction
All they see is foreigns passing and flashing
What about we was in that lonely addict
tears because the other side just let my homies have it
Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one caskets
Nigga it's numbers
I get the same hunger
Learned the OG's that I was raised under
Pure cutters
Now the rain coat king
rings and my whole chain smothered
When I had no name I was a 4 jumper
Butter for breakfast, lo main suppers
I hoes off then we exchange numbers
Got lane covered, no wonder the game love us

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