Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

[Interlude 1: J]
Yeah, it's boy Juicy J
Man you watch out for these backstabbin' broke 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

[Verse 1: A$AP
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked gats for a
Doo rag and Beretta, blue it nigga
When your be with be the one to at ya in a minute
Come to if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a sell crack at
the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back
Even in my will, it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin'
She shake it all for just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really f*ckin' with that Trill
Swear them booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really throwin' shots
But these mothaf*ckas give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these 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 these

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

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

[Verse 2: A$AP
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my 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, f*ck around and bring the mink back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
I'm a setter, you ain't even peep that
the hoes, where the weed, where the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em that
(We ain't no killas nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap the hallway
up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these f*ck how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and
On the style, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' Lord of this shit
Don't I just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My motherf*ckin' swag is
Plus I got enough style to mack your bitch
I think back to when Pac is lint
It's like a nigga got on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We ever 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 man, you know what I'm sayin'