Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you 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 more Franklins in me than

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and her
I spit as much knowlege as preachers and
as long as the message reach 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 friend so
Come on, my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front
Black G S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that make the say that he got nuts

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 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 tucked the prone
songs tucked under the prone

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, 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, drinking up, dust, and fucking up
want a piece and we ain't got enough 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

Money blinds players, them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out old rap lyrics
I try to it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be and don't be what those haters want 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 deep off in the hood

See a nigga me gonna get money till 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
then it's back to hustlin with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the
songs tucked under the prone

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be
Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to
That you just made, thinking a could get played
Thinking 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
me? Watch my gun skeet like it's bussing nuts
'Cept it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek
come out the back 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 mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start 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 hustle with my hoes

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