Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alive

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air, put lighters in the air
But I'm in here, I don't really care

I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, the way you love me, hon'

alive, it's alive, rounds cured the eyes
I had to bring the back like Frankenstein
I weight but Gucci don't exercise
I get extra whipped cream for them eskimo

I'm in the 'hood like the mayor 'round time
Here's a suggestion: don't park your car to mine
I'mma start when the light hit, I 'posed to
flow is garbage, they let me out just in time

They got a section but none of the ho's are
They need to exit, don't let the grind you by
I run laps 'round lames with my shoes
I jump the line, walk in, and watch the divide

stuck outside, that's the ugly side
Looked in the eye and Medusa died
This is top shit, classified
Don't me, Swizz was the mastermind

I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton
I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael time
I keep on buying ice I lost my mind
This of mine is supposed to shine

My pocket all swoll', my all chrome
When I hit the everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your in the air
But when I'm in here, I don't really

'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, the way you like it, huh?
Yeah, that's the way you love me,

Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the
They say he out the jail rockin' stupid jewels
They tryin' to find out what it do, it, you confused
Too much cash on me, hundreds out my trous'

My wrist, bright as piss, bitch, on the shit
Big Gucci called Swizz, make a hit
Two thing in this world I ain't seen
Are you a foreigner, nigga? I need to help me get

I hope you suffocate, me her, baby, let me breathe
'Cause I chase nothin' but paper, bitch, you're chasin' me
my French, but this is Gucci, I'm so fucking gutter
It don't make no sense to switch for any of motherfuckers

My pocket all swoll', my all chrome
When I hit the everything goes
Bottles in the air, put your in the air
But when I'm in here, I really care

'Cause I on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, that's the way you me, hon'

Somebody said my is it
I nah dog, my wife is it
Now I'm back, on 'em like I never, never left
Plus the boy here, I'm fresh to death

Woo, on my feet
See, I can't fall for jeeps
Now I'm jumpin' off
Don't worry the haters, they gonna be upset

And the Black Card in my pocket
The lookin' like a speeder rocket
Yeah, I'm on the highway
And you should me, I did it my way

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air, put lighters in the air
But I'm in here, I don't really care

'Cause I on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it,
Yeah, that's the way you me, hon'