Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a nigga like me gonna get till I get rich
Ride with a couple hundred G's in a
Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my 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, songs tucked under the prone
songs tucked under the prone

I keep a big old nigga beater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Jeter
I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too to meet her
See you ain't got enough bread to even to treat her
The way a did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and her
I spit as much 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 trying to run yo' clique, that be your so quick
on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, forever
Them lyrics that make the 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 forever with my mystic hoes

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

man
Sticky weed in, big Ball steppin' in
Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm up in your ear hole
I rocking mics since I was 17 years old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and up
want a piece and we ain't got enough for us
Yeah, I a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few
Got my bread and didn't do the fuck I was supposed to do

Money blinds players, turns them evil spirits
die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them how it come to me
and unedited, not like it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters me to be
Take the good the bad hit my knees set me
Make the bad good, put on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my deep off in the hood

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

And you gonna see just 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 the prone
Fifty songs tucked under the

You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to it
Turn around the broom and trying to hold it
It's plenty dirt to be swept, and to be raked
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 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? my gun skeet like it's 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
Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't a fuck who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the
I'm let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out

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