Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

1: A$AP Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold crack in the room
Niggas toe-tagged, soaked for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, flagging it nigga
When your be with be the one to shoot at ya in a
to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad
First I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers sleep, take cat naps
with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back
Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
Youngins trained to kill, aimin', steel and slangin' krill
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 niggas booty like Tip
Nah I ain't into throwin' shots
But mothaf*ckas better give me my props, word to Pac
We're the reason that these niggas gettin'
Reason why you niggas gold
Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive tell these hoes and these niggas

[Hook: A$AP
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, fake niggas 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 won't multiply

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

[Verse 2: Rocky]
F*ck with a nigga me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I might f*ck around and the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and the mink back
to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
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: A$AP
3, 6, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
Tell f*ck niggas 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 Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, your two cents
1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough just to mack your bitch
I think back to when Pac is packin'
It's like a nigga got rich on
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it
We don't 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 and shit, man niggas be gettin' it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'