Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get money I get rich
Ride with a couple G's in a biscuit
Stay for whatever forever hustle with 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 the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone

I keep a big old beater heater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball 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 even
I hustle, I got Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I spit as much knowlege as and teachers
Just as long as the message reach us we all 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
them long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts

See a nigga like me 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 just how crunk this shit be we get rich
'Til then it's back to with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked the prone

man
Sticky kickin' in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you what I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, up, kicking dust, and fucking up
Everybody a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I touched a or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and do what the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns into evil spirits
Niggaz die trying to out these 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 don't be what those 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 my fellas deep off in the hood

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

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

You to stop sticking your hand out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and trying to it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be
Now you to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player get played
Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone
My whole life I the hard way to spot liars
And it seems like it's 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 cheek it burn then it split your cheek
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 who's
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 hustle with my 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, songs tucked under the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the