Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and of being sick 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 this rolly
i die tonight just bring my to the ceremony
lord i be shittin' on 'em
hottest since that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you and fall into 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
story, new glory
money stacking taller than a two
real niggas money, never gets boring
last year i a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know what you bout
i run my own team, aint no for mascots
around, peep at the winners circle
we the niggas touching paper like a social
plus pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these bitches so fertile
lord i be going hard

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