Luyện nghe bài hát God's Witness

(Verse)
Born on the 12th of February
Big fat nigga, call me frigerator Perry
If I on your head then call it rain, do you believe it?
And the girls are freakin, Imma it, I cant keep a secret
40 thou, out, all of my pasta be the mattress
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 gotta flex to you bitch, Im rich
Got the wide world shorty on my dick
Go tell yo hot mouth ho she can 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 that Mavada
And spill the sauce, it aint a car that I aint got
Yo nigga it but Gucci bout to lose his top
She found it sexy that every problem I gotta it
These niggas flexin, I pistol whip the boy the boy bring the message
Police interrogate, layin fuckin shit, am I
not gon let me go cuz bitch I got a show in Texas
Black but I gotta stand like Im Mexican
And hit yo next to kin if I have my Benjamins
Pop 2 mollies and it boosted my
And yo baby momma say my nuts taste cinnamon

(Hook)
I pull up in the Bentley and I get out the business
the trailer 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 they out the
Im by myself cuz I dont need no co-defendant
Head count the money lost, 5-60
Cartel clip me cuz I intercept the shipment

(Verse)
Ive been sendin those since a lil boy, I aint no trust
2 man operation but I aint have no
I aint no Rolls Royce and I aint have no Porsche
But if you steppin me out for ones then yo ass gon get dropped son
Apologize to yo cuz I beat up yo grandson
Ive been jumpin out of that band boy cuz I owe cash to the
Say I the nigga with a pool stick, man Gucci Mane is no poor short
All down to center, my chairs baby
They me into a cold heart
You can jump in front of bullies and act like you a Braveheart
ticket to the graveyard, playin hard but you faint heart
You with the one, bust the great boys, my kidnappers rape
No discrete sensei boys, you open that safe 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
dad say youre a disgrace, mistakin the first place
Glock 40 on my waist, and I took the on the first date

(Hook x2)
I pull up in the 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 nigga
Pull up in the and I get they out the business
Im servin by myself cuz I dont no co-defendant
Head count the money lost, 5-60
Cartel wanna clip me cuz I the shipment