Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

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

I keep a big old nigga beater
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 like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to 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 more Franklins in me Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as and teachers
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 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, forever
Them lyrics make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for 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 songs tucked under the
Fifty songs tucked under the

man
Sticky weed in, big Ball steppin' in
flying 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 ain't got for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done a few
Got my and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money players, turns them into evil spirits
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 those haters want me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
Make the bad good, put that on my and wood
Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the

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

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

You to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
around the broom 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 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 thats right by ya

Jumping up out the tip pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun like it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn 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
watch your mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and punching clowns out

See a nigga me gonna get money till I get rich
Ride with a couple G's in a biscuit
Stay down for whatever 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 hustlin' my misfits
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs under the prone