Luyện nghe bài hát Go Long

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

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

Look I'm forever the flyest, my revenue
My hustle prescribed, take no consignment
My rival is sex, got a selection of and it's not your day if I'm selecting your bitch
I got a watch on my wrist, it's made by the Swiss, worn by the
Got shit you can sniff
Got not time to play grounds, way too of a mess
I'm dollars and cents, making dollars and cents
I made an honest attempt, my dollars and split
a politic crips, I'm talking violence and shit
Without no it exists
I made my mind, is it
I weighed the risk and the reward and put the grind to shit
And now the money, the power, I'm entitled to
And all the hating and debating, the cowardice shit
Claiming frog, you ain't believe til I this shit
So hate niggas go long, you can die 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 want me to put my slap hand on your

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

Who your OG is cause? His name DJ
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, they want a fool
I ain't even in the bill, still your hand
Cannon I free up the freeway who
Yeah I'm fuckin with my nigga Nipsey, we up way past a little tipsy
God damnit that's the goddamn pen to this week I'm waiting on triple a to come and get me
Get bent on a basis
So let's time it
And if am I'm with the fifty
Ain't bout a pistol either bitch, millimeters bitch
And if you ain't behind it you don't wanna see this shit
Put your on
Yeah, officer I had it but I 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 nigga see it he gon raise up his hands and tell it
But all the real niggas see it, then they ain't shit
Bet I can check a thousand by breakfast

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

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

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