Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride a couple hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for 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, fifty tucked under the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga heater
It's in the trunk of my four-door and my two
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you to fuck my hoe but you too scared 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 Oprah Winfrey, I marry her and keep her
I spit as knowlege as preachers 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 to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick
Come on, my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them interviews, just give us the front page
Black G S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me get money till I get rich
Ride a couple hundred 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 under the prone
Fifty songs under the prone

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Sticky weed kickin' in, big steppin' in
Straight flying I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm spitting up in ear hole
I been rocking mics 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 or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was to do

Money blinds players, them into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap
I try to it to them just how it come to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be myself and be what those haters want me to be
the good the bad hit my knees set me free
Make the bad good, put on my leather and wood
with my fellas deep off in the hood

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

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

Jumping up out the tip pistols sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it then it split your cheek
Then come out the of your head, now your just a memory
how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's best
Just watch mouth, talkin' down in the south
I'm gonna let my nuts hang and punching clowns out

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

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