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 forever hustle my mystic 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 tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek
I you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared 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 more 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, that be your so quick
Come on, my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever
Them lyrics that the people say that he got nuts

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 with my mystic hoes

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

man
Sticky kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and 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 what the I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them into evil
Niggaz die to live out these 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 those haters me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
Make the bad good, put on my leather and wood
with my fellas deep off in the hood

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 my mystic hoes

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

You need to stop sticking your out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom and trying to hold it
It's plenty to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to
That you just made, thinking a player could get
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone
My whole life I learned the hard way to liars
And it seems like usually the ones thats right 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 then 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 to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, 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
down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes

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