Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I keep a big old beater heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two
I'm make say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than

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

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

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

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

Money blinds players, turns them evil spirits
die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to just how it come to me
and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
Make the bad good, put that on my leather and
Cinderella with my deep off in the hood

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

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

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

Jumping up out the tip with sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your
come out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the
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 hustle my mystic hoes

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