Luyện nghe bài hát Lord Knows

sick and of being sick and tired
muthaf-ck them other niggas be the state of
got haters on the job like it's a 9 to 5
getting money, ya business and stay out of mine
50 thousands for this rolly
i die tonight just bring my jewelry to the
lord i be shittin' on 'em
nigga since 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 spazzing out, denims carry large amounts
got them bitches pussy what the asses out
true story, new
stacking taller than a two story
real niggas money, never gets boring
last year i made a million of the state
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
wear rubber, cus these spanish bitches so
knows i be going hard

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