Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

[Verse 1: 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 be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First place I a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat
Shorty with the limpin' like he got a bad back
in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I
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
them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into shots
But these better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas gettin'
why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your
I remember, if Pimp was he'd tell these hoes and these 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...
the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real live, f*ck niggas won't multiply

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
Shit, I might f*ck 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
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you deaf 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 trend setter, you ain't even that
Where the hoes, where the weed, 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 dick no
All day, boomin' out the trap the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
these f*ck niggas how you been
You can our minds, niggas talk down every 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 this fashion
Don't I deserve to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' is immaculate
Plus I got enough style to mack your bitch
I think back to when Pac is lint
It's a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
said 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 like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'