Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of sick and tired
them other niggas be the state of mind
got them haters on the job like a 9 to 5
money, mind ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for rolly homie
i die tonight bring my jewelry to the ceremony
knows i be shittin' on 'em
hottest nigga that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you and fall into a coma
smell the know the money be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, carry large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy what the out
true story, new
money stacking taller a two story
real niggas countin money, never gets
last i made a million of the state touring
fuck boys, what you talking bout
i run my own team, aint no room for
look around, at the winners circle
we the touching paper like a social worker
plus them pistols keep them shells like a ninja
rubber, cus these spanish bitches so fertile
lord i be going hard

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