Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck niggas gon'
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply
F*ck won't multiply
F*ck niggas won't
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 niggas ain't no niggas man, know what I'm sayin'?
Man these niggas be smilin' in face

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

[Hook: Rocky]
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 peel
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I...
When the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas multiply
But if the real niggas live, niggas 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 shit out a in these skinny pants, feel me?
get it f*cked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a suck my dick, swag swag nigga

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

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga dick no
All day, out the trap through the hallway
Slow up, 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 f*cked up)
I'm the Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask if I'm accurate
My swag is immaculate
I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm to ride
said let's ride to the sky, call 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 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 sayin'