Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of sick and tired
muthaf-ck them other niggas be the state of
got them on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this homie
i die tonight just bring my jewelry to the
knows i be shittin' on 'em
hottest 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 spazzing out, denims carry large
got them bitches throwin' pussy the asses out
story, new glory
money stacking taller than a two
real niggas countin money, never boring
last year i made a million of the touring
boys, know what you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no room for
look around, peep at the circle
we the niggas paper like a social worker
plus them pistols keep them shells like a turtle
wear rubber, cus spanish bitches so fertile
knows i be going hard

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 ya name clear
waiting for a nigga, i just stand still
i aint trippin' i just stand
knows that i'm stressed out
walking through these roadblocks with my out
damn, 23 and made a dollars
fucking put a quarter million dollars round a
more to cop a phantom i aint talking opera
they sya my flow sick i see a fucking doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper a nigga head like you present
broward i am that
only in my city riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my niggas are dead
they location?
and word to my daughter
i'm just make it your headquarters
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