Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

And soon you 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 the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga heater
in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I know you want to my hoe but you too scared to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even start to her
The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm sweeter
I hustle, I got more in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I marry her and keep her
I spit as much as preachers and teachers
Just as long as the 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, where my money, let me hit the
them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever
Them that make the people say that he got nuts

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

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

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball in
flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you what 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 piece and we ain't got for us
Yeah, I touched a brick or two, I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do what the I was supposed to do

blinds players, turns 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
and unedited, not like 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 nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride with a hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay down for forever hustle with my mystic hoes

And soon you gonna see just how crunk 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

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

Jumping up out the tip with sittin' up
Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet it's bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your
Then come out the back of your head, now your a memory
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' 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 hundred G's in a biscuit
Stay 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 hustlin' with my
Deep, on a creep, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked the prone