Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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 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, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the of my four-door and my two seater
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to 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 would marry her and her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and
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 give us the page
G apostrophe S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got

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 mystic

And soon you gonna see just how crunk 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 tucked under the prone

man
Sticky kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I
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 got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done 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 trying to 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 good the bad hit my set me free
the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas off in the hood

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 with my hoes

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

You need to stop sticking your out and trying to fold it
Turn the broom handle and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and to be raked
Now you need to leave from my face, heed to mistake
That you made, thinking a player could get played
that 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 pistols up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit cheek it burn then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated X
want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts and start punching clowns out

See a like me gonna get money till I get rich
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
'Til it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the
Fifty songs under the prone