Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

[Verse 1: A$AP
Back in the buildin', crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
When your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a
Come to Harlem if you never seen
First I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, cat naps
with the shotty 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 trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin'
She shake it all for Satan 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 into 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' fingers to your
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
Even in my will, it trill, to the day I peel
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
But if the real niggas live, f*ck won't multiply

[Interlude 2: Rocky]
I'm the original Balmain badass,
I'm the original madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these pants, feel me?
get it f*cked 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 like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the back
No doors on it, flexin' with the back
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 with a nigga me, RIP my nigga Pimp 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 bleep
(We ain't no fashion nigga, we fashionable killas
got Flacko)

[Verse 3: A$AP
3, 6, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap through the
Slow up, Flacko Jodye
Tell f*ck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk 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 fashion shit
Don't I deserve to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to your bitch
I back to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on
Now back to
Bitches lie, killers 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', niggas be out here 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'