Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being sick and
muthaf-ck them other niggas be the state of
got them haters on the job 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 i be shittin' on 'em
hottest nigga since that weather out in
on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
smell the frangrance know the be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims large amounts
got them throwin' pussy what the asses out
story, new glory
money stacking than a two story
real countin money, never gets boring
last i made a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know what you bout
i run my own team, aint no room for
look around, at the winners circle
we the niggas touching like a social worker
plus pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these spanish bitches so
knows i be going hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
nights, before that rap shit
i was moving keys like a locksmith
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just you keep ya name clear
for a nigga, trippin' i just stand still
i aint trippin' i stand still
lord knows i'm stressed out
walking these roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a million
fucking put a million dollars round a collar
couple more to cop a i aint talking opera
they sya my flow sick i see a fucking doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper raise a nigga head like you
broward i am that
only nigga in my city riding
motivation, motivation, my fans are dead
they location?
and thats to my daughter
i'm just tryna it your headquarters
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