Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of sick and tired
muthaf-ck them niggas be the state of mind
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for rolly homie
i die tonight just bring my jewelry to the
lord i be shittin' on 'em
hottest nigga that weather out in arizona
on me hope you choke and fall into a coma
smell the frangrance the money be the new aroma
i'm spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy what the out
story, new glory
money stacking than a two story
niggas countin money, never gets boring
last year i a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know what you bout
i run my own team, no room for mascots
look around, at the winners circle
we the niggas touching like a social worker
plus them pistols them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these spanish so fertile
lord knows i be going

rip my daniel, remember that garage
nights, before that rap shit
i was moving keys like a locksmith
no sir, the
them crackers dirty, i just hope you keep ya clear
waiting for a nigga, i just stand still
i aint trippin' i stand still
lord 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 more to cop a phantom i aint opera
they sya my sick i should see a fucking doctor
real niggas in ya
chopper raise a nigga head you present
county i am that
only nigga in my riding maybach's
motivation, motivation, my niggas are dead
they only
and thats word to my
i'm just tryna it your headquarters
up