Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being sick and
them other niggas be the state of mind
got them on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya and stay out of mine
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 hope you choke and fall a coma
the frangrance know the money be the new aroma
i'm just out, denims carry large amounts
got them bitches throwin' what the asses out
true story, new
money stacking than a two story
niggas countin money, never gets boring
last year i made a of the state touring
fuck boys, know what you talking
i run my own team, no room for mascots
look around, at the winners circle
we the niggas touching paper like a worker
plus pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
rubber, cus these spanish bitches so fertile
lord i be going hard

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