Luyện nghe bài hát I Luv It

Ride I die
And I luv it, and I luv it, go

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

again it's on, yeah, I'm back in the booth
Them haters still lying, but your boys the
I don't 'em, I need to see some proof
I ain't need the four door, so I went and the coupe

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

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

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

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 gangstas in the crowd, bad at my show
Yeah, it's parked outside, and sittin' 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 like that
Got my lick, yeah, I came right back
Fast forward the tape, look at me now

And I never turn back, so that
on the ground, got my head to the sky
Smoked all day, Lord knows I
Stay on top, Lord knows I'm try

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

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

around the world, it's the same ol' caine
Been the world, it's the same ol' thang, true
All the real *** dead or in jail
And if looking for me homie, I'm in the A T L

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

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

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 broads at my
Yeah, parked outside, and it's sittin' on fo's
And I luv it, and I luv it

till I die
And I love it, and I it
Ride I die
And I love it, and I it