Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How You Live

Double S, never less
Twista and Scott Storch in a Porsche
That new shit, it out

My neck on bling, wrist on
Standing on the corner steady, trying to 'em kneel
When it to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the come up, so how you feel?

My on bling, wrist on chill
on the corner steady, trying to make 'em kneel
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you
And I'm on the up, so motherfuck how you feel?

My fingers on frost, on froze
Hanging at the club while hoes down the pole
with the g's and the foes and the souls
With two bitches on my arms, sporting thousand clothes

Looking kind of stunning, so the on flick
no motherfuckers out here that can do it like this
On top of my game and when a hater's all
I'ma be smiling, revealing my grill Paul Wall

Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get
Let me see you sipping on some that's 80 proof
Let me see if let you get up in the Lac
Bend over so I can see how I'ma hit it the back

wit the rhymes but I'm better wit the keys
And I'm clubbin' wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the
I'm always on the hustle, so don't ask why I
I got flows, I got dro, I got you need

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to make 'em
it come to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you

My neck on bling, wrist on
Standing on the corner steady, to make 'em kneel
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you
And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you

Tires on shine, rims on
When it come to mobbing, I'ma motherfucking
I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the
I ain't stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride

Think you shitting on the nigga T, I doubt
My flow will make booty move like a house track
Have 'em at the screaming, Get the doe, get the doe
And if I ever go broke, I to bounce back

If beats was like a tipper, then my would play the cane
Got shit to you float off the floor like David Blaine
You rich because I spit it to the drums
And I circle some guns, blow out purple out my lungs

I pimp and fuck a bitch, I need to buy her Lacs
I be on the move, staying pushing Cadillacs
Investing in my raps, if I don't a quarter back
I throw eight to my homies on the corners like quarterbacks

My neck on bling, on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to 'em kneel
When it to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the up, so motherfuck how you feel?

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to make 'em
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you
And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you

Let me break your back,
Show me what you got,
We some killers
Chicago made making figures

Let me break your back,
Show me what you got,
We motherfuking killers
Chicago made making figures

Teeth on bling, rolly on
Standing on the stage while I'm on my dick
'Bout to spit a new verse off out the Mobstaz new
Holla walla pop the colla on my new

If you want war, you think you got to come get me
I think you better go a whole pound of that sticky
Keep on talking that you're not around your committee
I'm dodge that nigga that put it down for the

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, to make 'em kneel
it come to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the up, so motherfuck how you feel?

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to 'em kneel
When it to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the up, so motherfuck how you feel?

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to 'em kneel
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you
And I'm on the up, so motherfuck how you feel?

My on bling, wrist on chill
Standing on the corner steady, trying to 'em kneel
When it come to hustling, got to get it how you
And I'm on the come up, so how you feel?