Luyện nghe bài hát God's Witness

(Verse)
Born on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me Perry
If I piss on your head call it rain, do you believe it?
And the girls are freakin, Imma lick it, I cant keep a
40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the
Look at me now, iced out, damn, I can aks
40 fo a brick, now and lets not even tax it
Turn my spot, to a house, all I drink is actin this
And I even gotta flex to you bitch, Im rich
Got the whole wide shorty on my dick
Go tell yo hot ho she can suck my dick
I blow my nose with ho, Im snot nose rich
60s on my charges so Im potholes ho
Yo lost cuz he got on that Mavada watch
And spill the sauce, it aint a car that I aint got
Yo nigga lost it but Gucci bout to his top
She found it sexy that every I gotta address it
These flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that bring the message
Police interrogate, layin shit, am I arrested?
not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a show in Texas
Black nigga but I stand like Im Mexican
And hit yo next to kin if I dont my Benjamins
Pop 2 and it boosted my adrenaline
And yo baby momma say my nuts like cinnamon

(Hook)
I up in the Bentley and I get they out the business
Tack the trailer follow me, nigga come and get it
Nigga you know all the cash I on my 20
God can be my witness, Im a real trap
Pull up in the Bentley and I get out the business
Im servin by myself cuz I dont no co-defendant
Head count the money lost, counted
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I the shipment

(Verse)
Ive been those since a lil boy, I aint have no trust
2 man operation but I aint have no
I aint have no Rolls and I aint have no Porsche
But if you steppin me out for these then yo ass gon get dropped son
Apologize to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo
Ive been jumpin out of band boy cuz I owe cash to the landlord
Say I whip the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no short
All this down to center, my baby
They turned me a cold heart
You can jump in front of these bullies and act you a Braveheart
Quick to the graveyard, playin hard but you faint heart
You with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers boys
No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open safe boy
Youre on me since the 3rd nigga and you dont its the 8 months
Like how yo taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my face boy
Your dad say youre a disgrace, mistakin the first
Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the date

(Hook x2)
I pull up in the Bentley and I get out the business
Tack the follow me, just nigga come and get it
Nigga you know all the I made on my 20
God can be my witness, Im a real trap
Pull up in the Bentley and I get out the business
Im servin by myself cuz I need no co-defendant
Head count the lost, counted 5-60
Cartel clip me cuz I intercept the shipment