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
'Til then it's back to with my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the
songs 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
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 ain't got enough bread to even start to her
The way a did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter
I hustle, I got more in me than 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 fill up the
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 long interviews, just give us the front page
Black G apostrophe S us, bust
Them lyrics that the people say that he got nuts

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

man
Sticky weed in, big Ball steppin' in
flying when I hustle, thats how I represent
Bounce, if you feelin' I'm spitting up in your ear hole
I been rocking mics since I was 17 old
Smoking up, drinking up, dust, and fucking 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 what the I was supposed to do

Money players, turns them into evil spirits
die trying to live out these old rap lyrics
I try to give it to them just how it to me
Real and unedited, not it be on TV
Be myself and don't be what those haters 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 deep off in the hood

See a nigga like me gonna get till I get rich
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 crunk this be once we get rich
'Til then it's back to hustlin my misfits
Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the
Fifty songs tucked under the

You need to stop sticking your out and trying to fold it
Turn around the broom handle and to hold it
plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked
Now you to leave from my face, take heed to mistake
That you just made, thinking a player could get
Thinking that a rapper could get and phone tapped
My life I learned the hard way to spot 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 bussing nuts
'Cept when it hit your it burn then it split your cheek
Then out the back of your head, now your just a memory
how I got it illustrated, rated triple X
Niggaz want to be the king, I don't give a who's best
Just watch your mouth, talkin' down in the
I'm gonna let my nuts and start punching clowns out

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

And you gonna see just how crunk this 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