Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being and tired
muthaf-ck them other niggas be the of mind
got them haters on the job like a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya and stay out of mine
50 thousands for rolly homie
i die tonight just bring my to the ceremony
lord knows i be on 'em
hottest nigga since that weather out in
sleeping on me hope you choke and fall a coma
smell the frangrance know the money be the new
i'm just out, denims carry large amounts
got them throwin' pussy what the asses out
true story, new
money stacking taller a two story
real niggas countin money, never gets
last year i made a million of the touring
fuck boys, know what you talking
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
around, peep at the winners circle
we the niggas touching paper like a worker
plus them keep them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these spanish so fertile
lord knows i be going

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