Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be we get rich
then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty tucked under the prone
songs tucked under the prone

I a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Jeter
I know you want to my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to her
The way a did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and
Just as as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, be your friend so quick
Come on, my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be we get rich
'Til then back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball in
Straight flying I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics I was 17 years old
Smoking up, up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done a few
Got my bread and didn't do the fuck I was supposed to do

blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what haters want me to be
the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and
Cinderella my fellas deep off in the hood

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked the prone
Fifty songs under the prone

You to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and to be raked
Now you need to leave my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and tapped
My life I learned the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's usually the ones right by ya

Jumping up out the tip with pistols up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split cheek
come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, triple X
Niggaz to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start clowns out

See a nigga like me get money till I get rich
Ride a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked the prone
Fifty songs under the prone