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 same my father had
All his time, all he had, all he had
In he dreamed
All his cash, crashed
Hurt him bad, people get for that
Drops stacks pops is good
Momma pass in
If you ask, my soul
Driving fast, control
Off the road, jaw was
'Member we all was
'Member I'm coming
I'll be taking all the

I got broads in
dope, lean, and the Fanta
Credit cards and the
off licks in the bando
Black X6,
White X6 looks a panda
Going out like I'm
Hundred killers, hammers
Black X6,
X6, panda
Pockets swole,
Selling bar,
Man I'm the like Randy
The go Oscar for Grammy
Bitch nigga, up ya panty
you killas understand me

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

I got in Atlanta
dope, lean, and sipping Fanta
Credit cards and the
up Versace, shit life Desiigner
Whole of lavish shit
They be asking town who be clappin shit
I up stuff in the Phantom ship
I got of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
X6, Phantom
White X6, killing on

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

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