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

I got broads in
Twisting dope, lean, and the
Credit cards and the
Hitting off licks in the
X6, Phantom
White X6 looks like a
out like I'm Montana
Hundred killers, hundred
X6, Phantom
White X6,
Pockets swole,
Selling bar,
Man I'm the macho like
The choppa go for Grammy
Bitch nigga, pull up ya
Hope you killas 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 and the scammers
Wake up Versace, shit life
bunch of lavish shit
They be asking round town who be clappin
I pullin up in the Phantom ship
I got of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit
X6, Phantom
White X6, on camera

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

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