Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

1: A$AP Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
toe-tagged, soaked gats for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, flagging it nigga
When your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat
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, it trill, anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her and pay her bills
I ain't really f*ckin' that Been Trill
Swear them booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really throwin' shots
But mothaf*ckas better give me my props, word to Pac
the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' 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 niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, f*ck niggas won't

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I might around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the mink
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you bring the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
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 nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

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

Juicy J]
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin', these niggas be out here '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 sayin'