Luyện nghe bài hát Hate To Say

I find it funny how niggas talking money
I'm living lovely, apartment far the bunjee
I remember us living not too far the junkees
The flunkees that tried to to me on corners
But never me I swear
In this bitch, I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it this
I a 'rari, I only drove in it once
I'm different this year
I'm thousands, talking millions this year
When really talkin'
Talkin' over, talk it
Renegotiate and make the play and they cough it
I crossed over like Iverson when he dropped the shoulder on
The feelin' more than the sport when you winning fuck how feelin'
The feelings got left
I them to step aside
I'm rarely eating, I'm ordering more extra size, you me
Round the block, glovers them hot flows
My sense smells like was touching Barack's clothes
Presidential, the is so evidential
At the clearport customs, I barely show my
Don't need a tinted, I want you to know in it
Had me offended last time that I walked in the Holt
Let's it down for 'em
Account this, if every show is a 100 for him
Then that mean, a hundred minutes on stage will a 100k
one thousand a minute
So please don't get offended, if I walk inside a store and 35k in it
'Cause to me, that's just 35
in Jamaica, sip on a Guinness and get it
Who witness my nigga, I'm really sick with the shits
I big Poppy out at the SumFest
Sean Kingston watched it from the stage
I made triple the advance he had gave me in my first year
45 of me on stage
And I'm not
I think the tables
I think you learn the bridge you burn when you see it burning
I think you from the world when you see it turning
I from being a server to being this platinum deserver, you feel me?
Did a song Meek Milly, called it "Litty"
Really I just did shit for the city in love with Philly
God, this chinchilla fur on me, just in it gets chilly
Burner on my side pocket, just that's incase you get out here
Me and Travi$ Scott fought at the Mala Luna
We both agreed shortly after it was music
That we could be doing that bigger than tryna ruin it
So my apologies, nigga, just forgive me for it
History in New York City, we called a truce at the tower
I brought a couple niggas with me
The beef was as soon as we took the picture
The world was
The attention in the started shifting to me
Lord 'em, Lord forgive 'em, I was tripping all the time
I spit subliminal dissing just rip shit
Not realising if I took the to kick it,
And me and Drake, man, bridges would probably equal to winning
Got the hard head flow, money coming in so
Them call it hard bread dough
I'm in all red four seater, I'm leaning like the '06 fours
I said I'd stop freestyling but fuck it, oh
A flow so well, I'm like a sampling kit
Give a fuck 'bout who get pissed about by samples and
mad I'm remixing their shit
Fuck out of here, nigga, stop being a
I think it's time we cut the silence by niggas that's talking
Speak of silence and 'em coffins and violins playin'
R&B niggas with Sisqó haircuts, wildin' and
They dissing, guess they just go viral, I feel 'em
This your favorite song, gon' be your favorite song
Except when I say it, it's really the people's song
You a weird in a flex R8
I flexed a 'rari or Wraith, but nigga, I ain't
Instead, I bought my house the other day and flexed in the
estate, I'm property shopping, bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, and So-Ho
I've been crossed by nigga
I to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick to eat a blowfish
G5 jet plane, goldfish goldfish
for the record, I did this shit for the hopeless
Just drove a through the hood on the corner
I was homeless
It's