Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

[Intro: A$AP
F*ck niggas gon'
'Fore the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*ck niggas multiply
F*ck niggas won't
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 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 in your face

1: A$AP Rocky]
Back in the buildin', crack in the livin' room
toe-tagged, soaked gats for a livin'
Doo rag and Beretta, blue flagging it
When be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem if you seen Baghdad
place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat
Shorty with the shotty limpin' he got a bad back
in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, I feel
trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her
I ain't f*ckin' with that Been Trill
Swear niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really throwin' shots
But mothaf*ckas better give me my props, word to Pac
the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell 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
in my will, keep it trill, to the day I...
When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon'
When the real niggas die, fake gon' multiply
When all the niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live, niggas won't multiply

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

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

[Verse 3: A$AP
3, 6, suck a nigga no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the through the hallway
up, Pretty Flacko Jodye
Tell these f*ck how you been
You can freshen our minds, niggas talk every now and then
On the style, styled 9 times out of 10
(Y'all got Flacko up)
I'm the motherf*ckin' of this 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 just to mack your bitch
I think back to when Pac is lint
like a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, never lie
on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it
We don't 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 it distorted like a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'