Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I keep a big old 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 back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even
I hustle, I got Franklins in me than Aretha

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 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 S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got

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 hustle with my mystic

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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