Luyện nghe bài hát It's Alive

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

'Cause I 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, the way you love me, hon'

It's alive, it's alive, rounds the eyes
I had to bring the bitch back Frankenstein
I push weight but Gucci exercise
I get extra cream for them eskimo pies

I'm in the 'hood like the mayor 'round election
Here's a suggestion: park your car next to mine
I'mma start when the light hit, I 'posed to
Your flow is garbage, they let me out in time

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

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

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

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

'Cause I on 'em, plus, I style on 'em
Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I 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 rockin' stupid jewels
They tryin' to out what it do, admit it, you confused
Too much cash on me, fallin' out my trous'

My yellow wrist, bright as piss, bitch, on the
Big Gucci called Swizz, make a hit
Two thing in this world I ever seen
Are you a foreigner, nigga? I need to help me get

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

My pocket all swoll', my all chrome
When I hit the 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 lean on 'em, yes, I on 'em
Yeah, I know, that's the way you it, huh?
Yeah, the way you love me, hon'

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

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

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

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 care

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