Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
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 seen
First place I seen a nigga sell at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad
Even in my will, it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really with that Been Trill
them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin'
But these mothaf*ckas better me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin'
pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these and these niggas

A$AP 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, niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
But if the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply

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

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I f*ck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, f*ck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you bring the beat back, nigga
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
I'm a setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, the G's at?
F*ck the FCC, tell 'em that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell f*ck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk every now and then
On the style, gettin' 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got f*cked 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
1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your
I think to when Pac is packin' lint
like a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We ever die, we just multiply, bitch

[Outro: 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'