Luyện nghe bài hát February

[Intro: & Moneybagg Yo]
Yeah, oh
up
Bagg me out
Look, go

[Chorus:
Got a in V-Live, she got super powers (super powers, yeah)
Turn the dope spot an afterhours
Got culinary skills, bitch I been a chef (chef)
Above the rim on these niggas, they need a ref (ref)
Yeah, realest nigga in it since (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation tatted on my (yeah)
We gon' get it by any necessary (necessary)
Got my top down, fur coat, (let's go)

[Verse 1: Yo]
Fuck it, 'bout to get Bread across my belly (BGE)
Hey, pinky rings like Nelly, Country yelling (accent)
Hey, ice storm on me hailing, I to be selling (dope)
Pull up red Wraith, hurt heart, February (crystal)
High school dropout but I'm smarter an Akademiks (big hatin')
This for all bullshit blogs play with my image (how)
If I looked this I probably would duck in these groupie ass bitches (stampede)
Hop on the jet with the Glock, G5, can't to stop (gone)

2: Jeezy]
Private jet to 305, need a yacht (hey)
Got a play in Ward, I'ma need a pot (yeah)
Superman with that 'caine, I'm Bruce Wayne (haha)
fly, bought the mall, call me airplane

[Verse 3: Yo]
My red (red), her hair red (red)
Her belt red (red), that's
new bills (blue), they been dead (prez)
Like a fat kid, I fed (been ate)
Yeah (ugh), eyeball dope like Fetty, I use a scaley (triple beam)
My show me love, we locked in like cellys (federal)

4: Jeezy]
Bitch I'm the ghetto, I'm a superstar (superstar, hah)
up to this bitch in a super car (skrrt)
Neck with them birds, I got super paid (super paid)
Got a crib up in the 'burbs, it's super laid (how you livin'?)

[Verse 5: Yo]
Got a house outside the city sittin' on plenty (Bagg's world)
Plus I'm smokin' acres, hit like hookah vapors (woo)
I'm gettin' plenty paper, big bag like I a caper (heist)
flavors, purple yellow, fuck it, I'm a Laker (fuck it)

[Chorus:
Got a bitch in V-Live, she got super (super powers, yeah)
Turn the dope spot an afterhours
Got them culinary skills, bitch I been a (chef)
Above the rim on these niggas, gon' need a ref (ref)
Yeah, realest nigga in it since (Makaveli)
Yeah, thug motivation on my belly (yeah)
We get it by any means necessary (necessary)
Got my top down, fur coat, (let's go)

Jeezy]
Woo, go