Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I keep a big old nigga beater
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 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 as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers
I'm the M J G, I get in yo'
I trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, where my money, let me hit the
Fuck long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say he got nuts

See a nigga like me gonna get till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a
Stay down for whatever forever hustle 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, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs under the prone

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball in
Straight flying I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in your ear
I been mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a piece and we ain't got for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, I done smoked 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 out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them how it come to me
and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters me to be
Take the the bad hit my knees set me free
the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas off in the hood

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

And you gonna see just how crunk 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 to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the handle 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
you just made, thinking a player could get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and 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 pistols up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn it split your cheek
Then come out the of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck best
Just watch your mouth, down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start clowns out

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

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