Luyện nghe bài hát God's Witness

(Verse)
Born on the 12th of February
Big fat rich nigga, me frigerator Perry
If I piss on your then call it rain, do you believe it?
And the girls are freakin, Imma lick it, I keep a secret
40 thou, chillin out, all of my pasta be the
Look at me now, out, damn, I can fuckin aks
40 thou fo a brick, now and lets not tax it
my spot, to a lean house, all I drink is actin this
And I aint gotta flex to you bitch, Im rich
Got the wide world shorty 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 so Im dodging potholes ho
Yo nigga cuz he got on that Mavada watch
And spill the sauce, bitch it aint a car I aint got
Yo nigga lost it but bout to lose his top
She found it sexy that every problem I address it
These niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy bring the message
interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I arrested?
They not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a show in
Black nigga but I gotta like Im Mexican
And hit yo next to kin if I dont my Benjamins
Pop 2 mollies and it my adrenaline
And yo baby momma say my nuts taste cinnamon

(Hook)
I up in the Bentley and I get they out the business
Tack the 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 money lost, counted
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I intercept the

(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 Royce and I aint have no
But if you steppin me out for these ones yo ass gon get dropped son
Apologize to yo granddaddy cuz I beat up yo
Ive been jumpin out of that boy cuz I owe cash to the landlord
Say I whip the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci is no poor short
All this down to center, my chairs
turned me into a cold heart
You can jump in of these bullies and act like you a Braveheart
Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you heart
You with the one, bust the great boys, my rape 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 blood taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my boy
Your dad say youre a disgrace, the first place
Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the date

(Hook x2)
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 real nigga
Pull up in the Bentley and I get out the business
Im servin by myself cuz I dont need no
count the money lost, counted 5-60
Cartel wanna me cuz I intercept the shipment