Luyện nghe bài hát Family Feud (Remix)

1]
Moncler jackets I can't the winter
Tu Mash'Allah [?] but know I'm a sinner
the family feud, it's hard to chill at dinner
We can't even eat together, she fronting Ben and stiller
I lied I ain't hands on no female
Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to
black chick, taking classes working retail
Know he the hood
But don't know the that he sell
I got your bitch on the boat, yeah we
The dick got her stalking me me what's my email
Guaranteed she again, shit it's me and Don again
Same niggas talking shit, was there in the offering
Paranoid, imma circle the block before I again
Givenchy hoodie, blocking the when i be walking in
J mob, em don't quit their day job
I was on a pack pitching feeling like A Rod
I did a video with fab and took my face off
Bitches love me, I go through more than a racehorse
Headline my own tour without a hit
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 that 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

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

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This where all the players
All the reserved
20 thousand, that's too much bottles for the to serve
From public housing now a nigga his way to the burbs
Thinking the life you never understand the way I observe
Out the window, i'm brainstorming thinking while the pouring
Like since the fame ain't really been the same for em
Back and forth, planes
chains on us
When we back at we gripping things for all the name calling
I know you niggas name
Be yourself before you see the
Trust me I learn a lot of shit the teacher help
Somethings I had to myself
You won't imagine
Like how to tote a magnum, again, load from wagons
Shit give me no reaction
All they see is foreigns passing and Rollies
What about we was in that lonely addict
Shedding tears because the other side just let my have it
Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one closing
Nigga it's numbers
I always get the hunger
Learned from the that I was raised under
cocaine cutters
Now the rain king colored
rings and my whole chain smothered
When I had no name I was a 4 train
Butter rolls for breakfast, lo suppers
I hoes off then we exchange numbers
Got this lane covered, no the game love us

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