Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck niggas multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the niggas live, f*ck niggas won't multiply
F*ck won't multiply
niggas won't 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' broke ass, hatin' ass niggas man
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know 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, blue it nigga
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 don't sleep, cat naps
Shorty with the shotty like he got a bad back
in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her and pay her bills
I really f*ckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't into throwin' shots
But these mothaf*ckas better give me my props, to Pac
We're the reason that niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to nose
I remember, if Pimp was he'd tell these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: A$AP
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel
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...
When the real die, fake niggas 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 multiply

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

[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 f*ck around and bring the Jeep
No doors on it, flexin' with the back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you bring the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga 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 that
(We ain't no fashion nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
these f*ck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down now and then
On the style, gettin' styled 9 out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of 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' is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
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, it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply,

[Outro: 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'