Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Work (Drake Diss)

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

1]
Aye nigga, Raw with the
I'll bring it to your face, it like Benihana's
Then out on Yokohamas
And my fingernails dirty, I've been countin' 100's
Why these wanna test me on the low though?
Got no mothafuckin' patience so I'm with the scope though
Put your mouth on the low
Sleepin' with the enemy, it's like hangin' on a
Jim Carrey, I ain't with you liars
All black attire, if we it fuel the fire
time and we aimin' for the body
I'm puttin' X's on the wall, if you resurrect, you
Sphinx, I'm a pharaoh, ain't a
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, that work like?
Aye, bitch, what that work
You know me, I've been trappin' it all night
Niggas take it there, we can take it there all night
Aye, nigga, what work like?
Aye, bitch, what work like?
'Bout your money, you've been trappin' with it all
Bitches wanna take it there, you gon' take it all night

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

Take it there all night,
We can it there all night, nigga
Gettin' all night, nigga
And your bitch me all night, nigga
We can take it there all night,
it there all night, nigga
I'll be on the first flight,
You ain't on jet flight, nigga

6 God

Produced By: Boi-1da &

Rrrr

I'll it, I'll admit it
Watch your tone boy
Get boy
Aww go another mo'fucker that don't understand the concept of puttin' money first boy (first)
I'm to hit you with the work boy (work)
I'm to hit you with the work boy (work)
I hate through stuntin' on niggas that I know, ahh that's the worst boy (worst)
admit it, I'll admit it
You been a man for like a minute
I told you that I'm in it for the long
You can really get the
admit it, I'll admit it
Rolling swishers swishes
Got me like a ball hog
I don't pass 'em I get it
I'll admit it, admit it
You too 'bout the bitches
I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody can hit it
She'll it, she'll admit it
She ain't fuckin' you niggas
And just like single other thing in my life
You can have her when I'm
I hear the talk on road is I'm the boy
call back 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 last week, them were my old
I give a about old boy
I give a fuck about his boy
I give a fuck about mob boy
I'm the 6 God boy
I'm about to say a true
I'm to say a true thing
You was poppin' back when Usher wore a
God you changed
I put it on 'erything, a err ting
a OVO come through murk things
I you heard things
Bitch I know you things
Yeah, I know you things
I'm not new to
Coming the motherfucking 6 side
I'm not new to
Niggas wouldn't it on this side
I'm not new to
I'm not new, I'm not new
Yeah, I you heard things
Nobody likes us except for us
Yeah, all I ever needed was the squad so what's up
Yeah, my sound got the whole city a way now
So I don't give a fuck about what anybody sayin' now