Luyện nghe bài hát Go Long

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't want me to put my slap hand on your throne

Bitch nigga go long, get
If you ain't a real nigga go

Look I'm forever the flyest, my rise
My hustle prescribed, take no consignment
My rival is sex, got a selection of kicks and it's not your day if I'm selecting bitch
I got a on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, worn by the rich
Got that shit you can
Got not to play grounds, way too much of a mess
I'm talking dollars and cents, making dollars and
I made an honest attempt, take my dollars and
Amongst a crips, I'm talking violence and shit
Without no it exists
I made my mind, is it
I the risk and the reward and put the grind to this shit
And now the money, the power, I'm to this
And all the hating and debating, the cowardice shit
Claiming frog, you believe til I rock this shit
So hate go long, you can die where you sit, uh

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you don't me to put my slap hand on your throne

Bitch go long, get gone
If you ain't a nigga go long

Who your OG is His name DJ Screw
Nowadays that's my nigga DJ Errick, if it ain't him I see like, "DJ who?" And I got a bitch looking so fast, every time I do it people be mad, want a replay fool
I ain't in the bill, still raise your hand
Cannon I still up the freeway who
Yeah I'm fuckin my nigga Nipsey, we fucked up way past a little tipsy
God damnit the second goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to come and get me
Get on a daily basis
So let's time it
And if am I'm rolling the fifty
Ain't talking bout a pistol either bitch, bitch
And if you ain't behind it then you don't wanna see this
Put your on
Yeah, I had it but I passed it on
I'm in and out the airport, no for
White bitch, big tits, no ass at all, just a bag to
I gotta it on the low
If a bitch nigga see it he gon raise up his and tell it
But all the real niggas see it, then ain't seen shit
Bet I can check a hundred by breakfast

the same old dublin, still the same hustling
Still going up, I ain't never going
I do rap shit just to rep for my town
Got a crib out in and the hill blowing pound
Minding my business, me and my bitches, so low whenever I go get it
It be your best friend tell you pant smith put in his pocket and still turn witness
My surface smile, I don't with y'all
You say you a trial, I heard you told it all
Asking me for work, bitch nigga no
You fire k one I don seen your
You fake, you niggas snakes
you see my face don't touch your brakes
I tryin to end up in that place
Get the fuck on, go long, way

If you ain't a real nigga get the fuck away from me, in other words go long (bitch nigga go long) Cause you don't want me to put my, I said you want me to put my slap hand on your throne

nigga go long, get gone
If you ain't a real nigga go