Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

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

[Hook: Rocky]
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, keep it trill, to the day I
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
But if the real niggas live, f*ck won't multiply

2: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the original badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, me?
Don't get it f*cked up, nigga, we jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch my dick, swag swag nigga

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might f*ck and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*ck around and the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you deaf bring the back, nigga
with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can that
I'm a setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, 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: Rocky]
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap the hallway
Slow up, Pretty Jodye
these f*ck niggas how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas down every now and then
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 just to brag a
Set the blueprint, your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask if I'm accurate
My motherf*ckin' swag is
Plus I got style just to mack your bitch
I think to when Pac is packin' lint
It's like a got rich on accident
Now back to
lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it
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 distorted like a mothaf*cka out man, you know what I'm sayin'