Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck niggas multiply
the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck won't multiply
niggas won't multiply
F*ck won't 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 niggas man, what I'm sayin'?
Man these be smilin' in your face

[Verse 1: Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin'
toe-tagged, soaked gats for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you never seen
First place I seen a nigga crack at
the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the limpin' like he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really f*ckin' with Been Trill
Swear niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into shots
But these mothaf*ckas give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your
I remember, if was alive he'd tell these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: A$AP
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I
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
When the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
But if the real niggas live, f*ck won't multiply

[Interlude 2: Rocky]
I'm the original badass, nigga
I'm the Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag

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

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

[Outro: 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 what I'm