Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

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

I keep a big old beater heater
in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater
I'm make them say skeeter
up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter
I you want 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 did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more Franklins in me Aretha

If I had Oprah Winfrey, I would marry her and 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
Fuck long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that make the people say he got nuts

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

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

man
Sticky weed kickin' in, big Ball in
Straight when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' what I'm up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 old
Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and up
want 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 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
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be myself and don't be those haters want me to be
Take the the bad hit my knees set me free
the bad good, put that on my leather and wood
Cinderella with my fellas 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 with my mystic hoes

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

You need to sticking 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, heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get
Thinking a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped
My whole life I learned the hard way to liars
And it seems like usually the ones thats right by ya

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

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

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