Luyện nghe bài hát God's Witness

(Verse)
Born on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, call me frigerator
If I on your head then 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 be the mattress
at me now, iced out, damn, I can fuckin aks
40 thou fo a brick, now and lets not tax it
Turn my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is this
And I aint gotta flex to you bitch, Im rich
Got the whole wide world on my dick
Go tell yo hot mouth ho she can suck my
I blow my nose with money ho, Im snot rich
60s on my charges so Im dodging ho
Yo nigga lost cuz he got on that watch
And spill the sauce, bitch it aint a car that I got
Yo lost it but Gucci bout to lose his top
She found it sexy that every I gotta address it
These niggas flexin, I whip the boy the boy that bring the message
Police interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I
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 have my Benjamins
Pop 2 mollies and it my adrenaline
And yo baby momma say my nuts like cinnamon

(Hook)
I pull up in the and I get they out the business
Tack the trailer follow me, just come and get it
you know all the cash I made on my 20
God can be my witness, Im a trap nigga
Pull up in the and I get they out the business
Im servin by cuz I dont need no co-defendant
Head count the money lost, 5-60
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I the shipment

(Verse)
Ive been those since a lil boy, I aint have no trust
2 man but I aint have no voice
I aint have no Rolls Royce and I aint have no
But if you steppin me out for these ones yo ass gon get dropped son
to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo grandson
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 to center, my chairs baby
turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of these bullies and act like you a
Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin but you faint heart
You with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers boys
No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that boy
Youre on me since the 3rd nigga and you dont know its the 8
Like how yo blood taste boy, cuz you to me in my face boy
Your dad say youre a disgrace, mistakin the place
Glock 40 on my waist, and I the pistol on the first date

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