Luyện nghe bài hát Get It How You Live

Double S, less baby
and Scott Storch in a dropped Porsche
That new shit, it out

My neck on bling, 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

My neck on bling, 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

My on frost, ears on froze
at the club while hoes slide down the pole
Rolling the g's and the foes and the souls
With two on my arms, sporting thousand dollar clothes

Looking kind of stunning, so the cameras on
Ain't no motherfuckers out here that can do it this
On top of my and when a hater's all fall
I'ma be smiling, revealing my grill Paul Wall

Shake it for me bitch, let me see you get
Let me see you on some shit 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 from the

Hustle wit the rhymes but I'm better wit the
And I'm wit the pees, I get cheddar wit the fees
I'm always on the hustle, so ask why I succeed
I got flows, I got dro, I got you need

My neck on bling, wrist on
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?

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

Tires on shine, on gloss
it come to mobbing, I'ma motherfucking boss
I stay making paper, behind the mic and on the
I stingy wit the dust, the whole crew ride slick

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

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

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

My neck on bling, wrist on
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?

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

Let me your back, shawty
Show me you got, shawty
We motherfuking killers
Chicago niggaz making figures

Let me break your back,
me what you got, shawty
We motherfuking killers
Chicago made niggaz figures

on bling, rolly on flick
Standing on the stage while I'm holding on my
'Bout to a new verse off out the Mobstaz new shit
Holla walla pop the on my new outfit

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

My neck on bling, wrist on
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 up, so motherfuck how you feel?

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 steady, trying to make 'em kneel
it come to hustling, got to get it how you live
And I'm on the come up, so motherfuck how you

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