Luyện nghe bài hát Father Stretch My Hands

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

I got in Atlanta
dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit and the scammers
Hitting off in the bando
Black X6,
X6 looks like a panda
Going out I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred
Black X6,
X6, panda
Pockets swole,
bar, candy
Man I'm the macho like
The choppa go for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya
you killas understand me

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

I got in Atlanta
Twisting dope, lean, and Fanta
Credit cards and the
Wake up Versace, shit life
bunch of lavish shit
They be asking round town who be shit
I up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this
Black X6,
White X6, killing on

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

If I don't to you
No other help I know, I my hands