Luyện nghe bài hát I Love It

Ride I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I luv it, and I luv it, go

We count hundreds on the table, on the floor
outta work and on the way with some more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Once again it's on, I'm in the mu'fuckin' booth
These niggas still lying, I'm the truth
I don't 'em, I need some mu'fuckin' proof
I ain't want the four door, I copped the coupe

They tryin' be me, I'm tryin' be G
And comes to da light, you'll see
These niggas in the dark baby I shine
I do it from the homie, they just rhyme

Check your watch, nigga it's my
Mind up I was on my grind, that's right
So pay attention, yea you on my
In case time waits for no man

Do it again I done before man
M.O.E., you ain't part of the
Or maybe you ain't listening
Open your I'm a blessing in disguise

We count on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with some
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got gangstas in the crowd, bad bitches at my
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

Yeah, I up, but they ain't like that
They switched up on me, and I ain't like
Sold my first brick, yeah, I came back
Fast forward the tape, look at me now

And I turn back, so motherfuck that
Nike's on the ground, got my to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I stay
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm try

And live for the moment, Lord knows I'm die
And when I get to hell, Lord knows I'm fry
I woke up this so I'm still alive
36 O's I sold all for five

We count hundreds on the table, twenty's on the
Fresh outta work and on the way with some
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been around the world, it's the ol' thang, dro
All the real niggaz either or in jail
And if you're for me homie, I'm in the A T L

You play it how it go, you can't cheat on life
Ya better drink a Red Bull, you sleep on life
I ain't tryna do you, I'm do me
Last album did two, I'm just do three

Fresh out the pot yeah, the work was
Ride with the top down so I'm to God
My P.O. telling me I a 9 to 5
But I got a job, and that's stayin' alive

We hundreds on the table, twenty's on the floor
Fresh outta work and on the way with more
And I luv it, and I luv it
I got in the crowd, bad bitches at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and it's sittin' on
And I luv it, and I luv it

Ride I die, Lord knows I stay high
And I it, and I love it
Ride till I die, Lord knows I high
And I it, and I love it