Luyện nghe bài hát Father Stretch My Hands

I go, I go, ay ay, I go
Up in the morning, you bad
I ain't called you back
The same my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In what he
All his cash, crashed
Hurt him bad, get divorced for that
Drops some stacks is good
pass in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my
Driving fast, lost
Off the road, jaw was
'Member we all was
'Member I'm coming
I'll be taking all the

I got in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and the
Credit cards and the
Hitting off licks in the
Black X6,
White X6 like a panda
Going out like I'm
Hundred killers, hammers
Black X6,
White X6,
Pockets swole,
bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like
The choppa go Oscar for
Bitch nigga, pull up ya
you killas understand me

I just to feel liberated, I, I, I
I just to feel liberated, I, I, I
all the stacks, oh

I got in Atlanta
dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit and the scammers
Wake up Versace, life Desiigner
Whole bunch of shit
be asking round town who be clappin shit
I pullin up stuff in the Phantom
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, look how I try this shit
Black X6,
X6, killing on camera

How can I you?
Who do you to?
How do I bind

If I turn to you
No other I know, I stretch my hands