Luyện nghe bài hát Get Away

LA, NC, NY, the Chi

Yea - hey
Yea

I wake up, hop out the
cologne on while I'm dressin
They hollin bout recessions, so my niggas out here
But bitch I'm live and breathin, so to me there's a blessin
See life is like a test I ain't never got no F in
Steppin out today, I gotta the crib
Mama out, I pray
That ain't gone put a weapon out this way
Cause I got no strap
And ever since we hit Depression don't know how to act
In fact, there go some there
Hatin I the stare
Me vs. you shining, that's a diamond and silverware
Let ya'll feel the I gotta go now
I'm riding the city with the windows rolled down
hollin, so I pull up beside her
I'm what's your name?
She told me boy you me, don't play no games
Now look they say you blowin up, hey is it fired up?
I say girl they wasn't like they tubes tied up

I'm hey
god what a day
I gotta say it feels good to get
Where ain't stressin over shit they gotta pay
And tell me work without play

All my hollin hey
god what a day
Hey babygirl, tell me, can you get
Where ain't nobody hollin bout the problems of the
Its me and my favorite girl
Now all around holla

so word been spreadin,that I done jetted to New York
I was up there my thang
So now folks I used to know is hollin out J. Cole!
I gotta chuckle I know they use to say Jermaine
So who
What's in a name though, when niggas can't on your shoe strings
The flow insane plus I got that throw, that Lou Cain
Even in the winter, we bring, of summer, Suzanne
We get them hooks like T-Pain and scoop them hoes like loose
Can you blame me? I'm just a boy out the Ville
These wanksta ass niggas gettin played out
You actin like you nigga you betta not
You talkin out yo' ass you finna get your head
is where they shoot em sideways
Boys blazed
Can't afford to fly so we get to get away
Now here ladies, see we tryna get ya'll loose, pour it up
Take this juice we gone mix it this Goose, don't throw it up

I'm hey
Good god a day
I gotta say it feels to get away
Where nobody stressin over shit they gotta pay
And me whats work without play

All my hollin hey
Good god a day
Hey babygirl, me, can you get away
Where ain't nobody hollin bout the of the world
Its me and my favorite girl
Now all around holla

Yea - hey - yea