Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me get money till 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 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 under the
Fifty tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Jeter
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 more Franklins in me than

If I had Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as 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 trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend 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, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say he got nuts

See a nigga like me get money till 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 just how crunk this shit be once we get
'Til then it's to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
songs tucked under the prone

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

blinds players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap
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 want me to be
Take the the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the

See a nigga like me get money till I get rich
Ride a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever forever hustle 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 under the prone

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

Jumping up out the tip with sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it then it split your cheek
Then come out the back of your head, now your a memory
how I got it illustrated, rated 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 hang and start punching clowns out

See a nigga 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 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 the prone
songs tucked under the prone