Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and tired of being and tired
muthaf-ck other niggas be the state of mind
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, mind ya 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 since that weather out in arizona
sleeping on me hope you choke and into a coma
smell the frangrance know the be the new aroma
i'm just spazzing out, denims large amounts
got them bitches throwin' pussy the asses out
story, new glory
money stacking taller a two story
real countin money, never gets boring
last year i a million of the state touring
fuck boys, know you talking bout
i run my own team, no room for mascots
look around, peep at the circle
we the niggas touching paper like a social
plus pistols keep them shells like a ninja turtle
wear rubber, cus these spanish bitches so
lord knows i be hard

rip my nigga daniel, remember garage
long nights, before rap shit
i was thinking moving keys like a
no sir, the
crackers dirty, i just hope you keep ya name clear
waiting for a nigga, trippin' i just stand
i trippin' i just stand still
lord that i'm stressed out
walking through roadblocks with my chest out
damn, 23 and made a million
put a quarter million dollars round a collar
couple more to cop a phantom i talking opera
they sya my sick i should see a fucking doctor
niggas in ya presence
chopper a nigga head like you present
county 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 make it your headquarters
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