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 then call it rain, do you believe it?
And the girls are freakin, Imma it, I cant keep a secret
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 lean house, all I drink is actin
And I aint even gotta flex to you bitch, Im
Got the whole wide world shorty on my
Go yo hot mouth ho she can suck my dick
I blow my nose with money ho, Im snot rich
60s on my so Im dodging potholes ho
Yo nigga lost cuz he got on Mavada watch
And spill the sauce, bitch it 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 niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy that the message
Police interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I
They not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a in Texas
Black nigga but I gotta stand Im Mexican
And hit yo next to kin if I dont my Benjamins
Pop 2 and it boosted my adrenaline
And yo momma say my nuts taste like cinnamon

(Hook)
I pull up in the and I get they out the business
Tack the trailer me, just nigga come and get it
you know all the cash 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 cuz I dont need no co-defendant
count the money lost, counted 5-60
Cartel clip me cuz I intercept the shipment

(Verse)
Ive been sendin since a lil boy, I aint have no trust
2 man operation but I aint no voice
I have no Rolls Royce and I aint have no Porsche
But if you me out for these ones then yo ass gon get dropped son
Apologize to yo granddaddy cuz I up yo grandson
Ive jumpin out of that band 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
They turned me into a heart
You can jump in front of these bullies and act you a Braveheart
Quick ticket to the graveyard, playin but you faint heart
You the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers rape boys
No discrete sensei boys, suggest you open that boy
Youre on me since the 3rd and you dont know its the 8 months
how yo blood taste boy, cuz you lyin to me in my face boy
Your dad say youre a disgrace, mistakin the place
40 on my waist, and I took the pistol on the first date

(Hook x2)
I pull up in the Bentley and I get they out the
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 myself cuz I dont need no
count the money lost, counted 5-60
Cartel wanna me cuz I intercept the shipment