Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I a big old nigga beater heater
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 Derek
I know you to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough 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 marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and
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 them long interviews, just give us the page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say that he got

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

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

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I
Bounce, if you feelin' I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 old
up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody want a and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the I was supposed to do

Money players, turns them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be and don't be what those haters want me to be
the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put that on my and wood
Cinderella my fellas deep 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 down for whatever forever hustle with my hoes

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

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

Jumping up out the tip with pistols up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your
Then come out the of your head, now your just a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't 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
Stay down for whatever forever with my mystic hoes

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, fifty songs under the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone