Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being sick and
muthaf-ck other niggas be the state of mind
got them haters on the job like a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya business and stay out of
50 thousands for rolly homie
i die just bring my jewelry to the ceremony
lord knows i be on 'em
nigga since that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me you choke and fall into a coma
smell the frangrance the money be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy what the out
story, new glory
money taller than a two story
real niggas countin money, never boring
last year i a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no room for
look around, peep at the circle
we the niggas touching paper like a worker
plus them pistols keep them shells like a turtle
wear rubber, cus spanish bitches so fertile
lord knows i be hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
long nights, that rap shit
i was thinking moving keys like a
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just hope you keep ya name
waiting for a nigga, trippin' i stand still
i aint trippin' i just still
lord that i'm stressed out
walking through roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a dollars
fucking put a quarter million round a collar
couple more to cop a phantom i aint talking
they sya my flow sick i should see a doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper raise a nigga like you present
county i am that
only nigga in my city riding
motivation, motivation, my fans are dead
only location?
and thats word to my
i'm just tryna make it headquarters
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