Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alive

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the club goes
in the air, put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here, I don't really

'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 it, huh?
Yeah, that's the way you love me,

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

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

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

Still stuck outside, that's the ugly
Looked Medusa in the eye and died
is top secret shit, classified
Don't blame me, Swizz was the

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

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

'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 me, hon'

Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the
They say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid
They tryin' to find out it do, admit 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 ever
Are you a foreigner, nigga? I to help me get mimi

I you suffocate, me told 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 no sense to switch for any of these motherfuckers

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the club goes
Bottles in the air, put lighters in the air
But when I'm in here, I really care

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

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

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

And the Black Card in my pocket
The Conaseg lookin' like a rocket
Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the
And you love me, I did it my way

My pocket all swoll', my rims all
When I hit the club everything
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, that's the way you me, hon'