Luyện nghe bài hát Multiply

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

1: Juicy J]
Yeah, it's your boy J
Man you watch 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 be smilin' in your face

1: A$AP Rocky]
Back in the buildin', sold in the livin' room
Niggas toe-tagged, 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 Harlem if you never Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell at
Where the don't 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 to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really f*ckin' with Been Trill
them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into shots
But these mothaf*ckas better me my props, word to Pac
the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures, fingers to your nose
I remember, if was alive he'd 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 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 niggas multiply

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

2: A$AP Rocky]
F*ck with a like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep
Shit, I might f*ck around and bring the back
No doors on it, flexin' with the back
with the G pack, might f*ck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks,
If you bring the beat back, nigga
F*ck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga C
HBA is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep
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, a nigga dick no foreplay
All day, boomin' out the trap the hallway
Slow up, Flacko 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 motherf*ckin' Lord of fashion shit
Don't I just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*ck your two
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm
My swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your
I think back to Pac is packin' lint
like a nigga got rich on accident
Now to Pimp
Bitches lie, killers lie
Triggers on the by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
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 gettin' it distorted a mothaf*cka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'