Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: Rocky]
F*ck gon' multiply
'Fore the real die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, niggas won't multiply
F*ck niggas won't
F*ck niggas multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

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

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

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

[Interlude 2: A$AP
I'm the Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga

[Verse 2: Rocky]
with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
Shit, I f*ck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, with the seat 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 back, nigga
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
I'm a trend setter, you even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, the G's at?
the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

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

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 it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'