Luyện nghe bài hát How To Make It In America

(VERSE 1)
ok my yg and i came to play ,fuck then i bust a nut where i aim her face
yeah ima real niqqa i aint got to fake the glock like a fan high blow yo mind away
im on the grind i my momma fuck a 9 to 5 i get money fuck bitches thats what i live by
im laughin in yo pussy like hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha but anyways im gettin pay
i get it how im livin treat the game like a spider in my house i gotta kill it ok big dick banner yeah yo bitch know
we outside spokin that indoor and momma benzo and my momma im a cute young niqquh and my momma friends know
give her a bottle of cirrock and a thiz pill and if she fuckin throw out the wind shield
(HOOK)
real niqqa real i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa high and could show you how to make it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room weed 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price livin fast i gotta second life
Mac
uhh a hundred thousand in the breaf-case i won the sweap-stakes
party with a rich stacratic bring the cheese plate(plate)
im really am this and you just great weight of the world on my shoulders til my knees break
give'em E-pills tell'em be still i got them doughnuts for you and they creamed
got exspensive clothes you exstence a flow designer that you'll never own no
a second phone that im never on eatin filet mignon from her restaraunt and thats pussy not money
yeah its mac miller yg 400 so hit me up that dutch to split he mad that lil white boy fucked yo bitch(sorry)
next you better cuff that chick cuhz she aint never gonna get enough of this (cuff yo chick)
(HOOK)
niqqa real niqquh i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and could show you how to make it in
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel weed drinkin 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im living niqqa never check the price livin fast like i gotta second

(VERSE 2)
ok im ridin through the city with top down like the first day of niqqa's hot now
i got bars that flow put you on lock-down this aint a weight room but my got pounds
i hit the block then i bounce yeah a young niqqa just gave yo bitch dick she keep blowin up my phone
what the fuck is goin on that bitch to leave me 'lone she only look good in my whip or in a thong
ok i meet a bitch key the bitch her then i leave a bitch fuck her with the lights off she aint even see the dick
and if she look bad you know ima eat the bitch now she all on a niqqa like trina
im on mars and my flow on jupiter wrist go dumb but my go stupidder im the shit bitch
ill have yo scoop it up and heavenly father can you protect me from lucifer
(HOOK)
real niqqa real i aint never lie change hoes like channels got these bitches televised
hit that puff-puff now a young niqqa hella high and could show you how to it in america
how you ridin how you ridin on 24 -inches hotel room weed 24 bitches yuhp
yuhp thats how im niqqa never check the price livin fast like i gotta second life