Luyện nghe bài hát Forever

Ooh la la,

See a like me gonna get money till 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 just how crunk this shit be once we get
then it's back to hustlin' with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked the prone
songs tucked under the prone

I a big old nigga beater heater
It's in the trunk of my and my two seater
I'm them say skeeter skeeter
Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Jeter
I know you to fuck 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 even
I hustle, I got Franklins in me than Aretha

If I had Winfrey, I would marry her and keep her
I as much knowlege as preachers and teachers
Just as 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 friend so quick
on, where my money, let me hit the stage
Fuck them long interviews, just us the front page
Black G S us, forever bust
Them lyrics that the people say that he got nuts

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

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

Money blinds players, turns them evil spirits
Niggaz die 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 be what those haters want 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 gonna get money till I get
Ride with a hundred G's in a biscuit
down 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 with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty tucked under the prone
Fifty tucked under the prone

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

Jumping up out the tip with pistols up
me? Watch my gun skeet like 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 just a memory
how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a fuck who's
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the
I'm gonna let my nuts and start 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 hustle with my mystic

And soon you gonna see just how 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
songs tucked under the prone