Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money till I get
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 crunk shit be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin' with my
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm make say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too to meet her
See you got enough bread to even start to treat her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm sweeter
I hustle, I got Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would her and keep her
I spit as knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I ain't trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so
on, where 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 he got nuts

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

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

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

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

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

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

You need to stop sticking your hand out and to fold it
Turn around the broom and trying to hold it
plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole I learned 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 skeet like it's nuts
'Cept when it hit cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then out the back of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, triple X
want 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 and start punching clowns out

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

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