Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Work (Drake Diss)

Aye, nigga, that work like?
Aye, bitch, what that like?
You know me I've been with it all night
Niggas wanna it there, we can take it there,all night

1]
Aye nigga, Raw with the
I'll bring it to your face, cook it like
Then out on Yokohamas
And my fingernails dirty, been countin' straight 100's
Why these niggas wanna test me on the low
Got no mothafuckin' so I'm patient with the scope though
Put your mouth on the low
with the enemy, it's like hangin' on a rope
Jim Carrey, I ain't fuckin' with you
All black attire, if we match it the fire
It's and we aimin' for the body
I'm X's on the wall, if you resurrect, you Makiaveli
Sphinx, I'm a pharaoh, a fairy
Potato on the barrel, watch your fly like a sparrow
All my niggas thorough about
Nigga never was my homie, all bitches know you're phony

Aye, nigga, what that work
Aye, bitch, what work like?
You know me, I've been trappin' with it all
Niggas wanna take it there, we can it there all night
Aye, nigga, what work like?
Aye, bitch, what that like?
'Bout your money, you've trappin' with it all night
wanna take it there, you gon' take it there all night

2]
I make money reappear
Hoppin' off the leer, ain't no passengers in
I got poppin', no beer
Why you in my I can hear the money clear
When I'm back in the city and clear
My name in the sky the lights on the field
I'm a gold chain buyin'
Got that in the trunk and I pop it if a nigga liar
Papa's got a brand new bag, baby,
Cash, baby, Maybach rag baby, baby
LK frames on the dash, smashin' the fast
a baddy, mane, ass, got a fatty, mane
Tattoos, Vera Wang, G5,
Last Kings, everything (everything?)
Cartier love rings, but ain't no love thing
Married to them things, Franklins and money trees

Take it all night, nigga
We can take it all night, nigga
money all night, nigga
And your with me all night, nigga
We can take it all night, nigga
it there all night, nigga
I'll be on the first flight,
You on this jet flight, nigga

6 God

Produced By: & SykSense

Rrrr

I'll admit it, admit it
your motherfuckin' tone boy
Get boy
Aww here go another mo'fucker that don't the concept of puttin' money first boy (first)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the boy (work)
I'm 'bout to hit you with the boy (work)
I hate comin' through stuntin' on niggas that I know, ahh the worst boy (worst)
I'll admit it, I'll it
You been a man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the long
You can get the business
I'll admit it, I'll it
Rolling swishers hittin'
Got me feelin' a ball hog
I pass 'em when I get it
admit it, I'll admit it
You too worried the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody can hit it
She'll admit it, admit it
She ain't fuckin' you niggas
And just like every single other in my life
You can her when I'm finished
I hear the on road is I'm the shit boy
Phone call home, shit is hot up in the 6 boy
Shit hot up in the 6 now shit hot up in the 6 boy
is hot up in the 6 right now
Come see us and get it boy
Benz on the road boy
Already had a Rolls
Sold a couple Bentley week, them were my old toys
I a fuck about old boy
I give a fuck about his boy
I give a fuck your mob boy
I'm the 6 God boy
I'm about to say a true
I'm about to say a thing
You was poppin' back when Usher wore a
God you changed
I put it on 'erything, it's a err
a OVO come through murk things
I you heard things
I know you heard things
Yeah, I know you things
I'm not new to
Coming the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to
Niggas wouldn't make it on side
I'm not new to
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I you heard things
Nobody really us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so that's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city a way now
So I give a fuck about what anybody sayin' right now