Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck niggas multiply
'Fore the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck won't multiply
F*ck niggas multiply
F*ck niggas multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's boy Juicy J
Man you gotta watch out for these backstabbin' broke ass, jealous ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real man, know what I'm sayin'?
Man niggas be smilin' in your face

[Verse 1: A$AP
Back in the buildin', crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked gats for a
Doo rag and Beretta, flagging it nigga
When your be be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, cat naps
Shorty with the shotty like he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, in my field
the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin'
She shake it all for Satan just to her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really f*ckin' with that Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip
Nah I ain't into throwin' shots
But these mothaf*ckas give me my props, word to Pac
We're the that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin'
Jail in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes and niggas

A$AP Rocky]
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I...
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, niggas won't multiply

2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the original Balmain badass,
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of Yams
Smack the out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch my dick, swag swag nigga

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the Jeep
No doors on it, flexin' the seat back
B-Boy the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the mink back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back,
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
I'm a trend setter, you ain't peep that
Where the hoes, the weed, where the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em bleep
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga dick no
All day, out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Flacko
Tell these niggas how you been
You can our minds, niggas talk down every now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of fashion shit
Don't I deserve to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My swag is immaculate
I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
Prosper let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't die, we just multiply, bitch

Juicy J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know I'm sayin'